Wearing of the Green

An Irish ballad from 1798.
Words adapted by Dion Boucicault.
Music: anonymous.

Some history taken from Popular Irish Songs (Dover book): The sheet music tells us this is a ballad (lyric) from 1798. The lyrics were adapted by Irish-born playwright Dion Boucicault for his play Arrah Na Pogue. It was sung in that play by the character Shaun the Post. The music was first published in 1845. This sheet music was originally published by Chapell & Co., London in 1865. The copy used here was published by S. T. Gordon in New York without a date.


The sheet music:


Accompaniment by James Pitt-Payne:


Lyrics

  1. Oh! Paddy, dear, and did you hear
    The news that’s goin’ round
    The Shamrock is forbid by law
    To grow on Irish ground
    Saint Patrick’s day no more we’ll keep
    His color can’t be seen
    For there’s a bloody law agin’
    The Wearin’ o’ the Green
    I met with Napper Tandy
    And he tuk me by the hand
    And he said, “How’s poor ould Ireland
    And how does she stand?”

Chorus
She’s the most distressful country
That ever you have seen
They’re hanging men and women there
For “Wearin’ o’ the Green”

  1. Then since the color we must wear
    Is England’s cruel red
    Sure Ireland’s sons will ne’er forget
    The blood that they have shed
    You may take the Shamrock from your hut
    And cast it on the sod
    But ’twill take root and flourish still
    ‘Though under foot ’tis trod
    When the law can stop the blades of grass
    From growing as they grow
    And when the leaves in summer time
    Their verdure dare not show

Chorus
Then I will change the color
I wear in my corbeen
But ’till that day, please God
I’ll stick to “Wearin’ o’ the Green”

  1. But if at last our color should be
    Torn from Ireland’s heart
    Her sons with shame and sorrow
    From the dear old soil will part
    I’ve heard whisper of a country that lies
    Far beyant the say
    Where rich and poor, stand equal
    In the light of freedom’s day
    Oh, Erin must we lave you
    Driven by the tyrant’s hand?
    Must we ask a mother’s welcome
    From a strange but happier land?

Chorus
Where the cruel cross of England’s thraldom
Never shall be seen
And where, thank God, we’ll live and die
Still “Wearin’ o’ the Green”


Sung here by Fred Feild: