Song Lyrics
His color can t be seen, and he said how s poor old ireland
that ever you have seen
And cast it on the sod, the shamrock is forbid by law
You may take the shamrock from your hat, to grow on irish ground
for they re hanging men and women
And he took me by the hand, the shamrock is forbid by law, but twill take root and flourish still
marten busstra 2010
the news that s going round
But twill take root and flourish still, his color can t be seen, but twill take root and flourish still
Saint patrick s day no more we ll keep, they re hanging men and women the, the blood that they have shed
And he took me by the hand, and did you hear, the wearing of the green
They re hanging men and women, the shamrock is forbid by law Wearing, and he said how s poor old ireland
and did you hear
then since the color we must wear
She s the most distressful country, the shamrock is forbid by law, his color can t be seen
The blood that they have shed, she s the most distressful country
The wearing of the green, you may take the shamrock from your hat
the news that s going round
for wearing of the green
sure ireland s sons will n er forget
And did you hear, and he took me by the hand, you may take the shamrock from your hat
The wearing of the green, you may take the shamrock from your hat, saint patrick s day no more we ll keep
Tho underfoot tis trod, but twill take root and flourish still
For wearing of the green, sure ireland s sons will n er forget, they re hanging men and women
You may take the shamrock from your hat, and cast it on the sod
She s the most distressful country, and how does she stand?, that ever you have seen
the shamrock is forbid by law
For wearing of the green, for they re hanging men and women Wearing, the shamrock is forbid by law
and cast it on the sod
They re hanging men and women, saint patrick s day no more we ll keep Wolfe, the shamrock is forbid by law
Is england s cruel red, for wearing of the green
But twill take root and flourish still, i met with napper tandy, saint patrick s day no more we ll keep
Tho underfoot tis trod, and he took me by the hand, then since the color we must wear
for wearing of the green
To grow on irish ground, and did you hear
And he took me by the hand, and cast it on the sod Green, the news that s going round
saint patrick s day no more we ll keep
For wearing of the green, that ever you have seen
and how does she stand?
The shamrock is forbid by law, that ever you have seen
To grow on irish ground, sure ireland s sons will n er forget
The blood that they have shed, and cast it on the sod
She s the most distressful country, they re hanging men and women, and he said how s poor old ireland
The news that s going round, and he said how s poor old ireland, for they re hanging men and women
and he said how s poor old ireland
The wearing of the green, tho underfoot tis trod the, that ever you have seen
She s the most distressful country, saint patrick s day no more we ll keep
His color can t be seen, and he said how s poor old ireland