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O Paddy dear, and did ye hear the news that's goin' round?
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The shamrock is by law forbid to grow on Irish ground!
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No more Saint Patrick's Day we'll keep, his color can't be seen,
    G               D             A              D
for there's a cruel law ag'in the Wearin' o' the Green."

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I met with Napper Tandy, and he took me by the hand,
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and he said, "How's poor old Ireland, and how does she stand?"
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"She's the most distressful country that ever yet was seen,
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for they're hanging men and women there for the Wearin' o' the Green."

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"So if the color we must wear be England's cruel red,
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let it remind us of the blood that Irishmen have shed
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And pull the shamrock from your hat, and throw it on the sod,
    G                  D                       A              D
but never fear, 'twill take root there, though underfoot 'tis trod.

     D                                      A
When laws can stop the blades of grass from growin' as they grow,
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and when the leaves in summer-time their color dare not show
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Then I will change the color too I wear in my caubeen,
    G                     D                      A              D
but till that day, please God, I'll stick to the Wearin' o' the Green.