Day 17: St. Patrick's Day and the Wearin' o' the Green

Happy St. Patrick's Day.  Erin go bragh!

A simple ballad for today (from the New Oxford Book of Irish Verse), and some Luck of the Irish (from John Lennon and Yoko Ono)

THE WEARIN’ O’ THE GREEN

Oh, Paddy dear! and did ye hear the news that’s goin’ round?
The shamrock is forbid by law to grow on Irish ground!
No more St Patrick’s day we’ll keep; his colour can’t be seen,
For there’s a cruel law ag’in the Wearin’ o’ the Green!

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

An’ if the colour we must wear is England’s cruel red,
Let it remind us of the blood that Ireland has shed;
Then pull the shamrock from your hat, and throw it on the sod,
An’ never fear, ’twill take root there, though under foot ’tis trod.

When law can stop the blades of grass from growin’ as they grow,
An’ when the leaves in summer time their colour dare not show,
Then I will change the colour, too, I wear in my caubeen;
But till that day, plaise God, I’ll stick to the Wearin’ o’ the Green.