and he took me by the hand
Saying, how is dear old Ireland,
She's the most distrustful of country
Sure they're hanging men and wo men
for the wearing of the green
Oh, the wearing of the green,
oh, the wearing of the green
My native land, they cannot stand
for the wearing of the green
My father loved you dearly,
he lies within your breast
While I, that would have died for you,
For laws all are sure, they have said,
that seas must roll between
All Ireland and her faithful sons
who love to wear the green
Oh, the wearing of the green,
oh, the wearing of the green
My native land I cannot send
for the wearing of the green
Well, I met with Napartandy,
and he took me by the hand
Saying, how is dear old Ireland,
She's the most distrustful country
Sure, there hangin' men and wo men
for the wearin' of the green
Oh, the wearin' of the green,
oh, the wearin' of the green
My native land, I cannot stand
for the wearing of the green
My father loved you dearly,
he lies within your breast
While I that would have died for you
that seas should roll between
Old Ireland and her faithful sons
do love to wear the green
Oh, the wearing of the green,
oh, the wearing of the green
My little friend, cannot stand
for the wearing of the green.
Oh, the wearing of the green.
Oh, the wearing of the green.
