The Wearing Of The Green, Irish song lyrics and guitar chord

J.K. Casey. There are many versions of 'The Wearing Of The Green' . The one I have put the chords to is the one that's most popular in Ireland. The video is of The Wolfe Tones, the tune itself is similar to another Irish song ''The Rising Of The Moon'' , same air but different words. J.K. Casey was sometimes called ''Leo'' . An Irish rebel song.

O[D] Paddy dear, and[Bm] did you hear the[A] news that's going round? 
The[G] Shamrock is for[D]bid, by laws, to[A] grow on Irish[D] ground! 
No[D] more St. Patrick's[Bm] day we'll keep his[A] color last be seen; 
For, there's a[G] bloody[D] law agin the[A] Wearing[A7] of the[D] Green!

Oh! I met with Napper Tandy, and he took me by the hand, 
And he says: How is Poor Ould Ireland, and does she stand? 
She's the most distressed Country that ever I have seen: 
For, they are hanging men and women for the Wearing of the Green!

And since the color we must wear, is England's cruel red, 
Ould Ireland's sons will ne'er forget the blood that they have shed.. 
Then take the Shamrock from your hat, and cast it on the sod: 
It will take root, and flourish still, tho' 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 does not show.. 
Then, I will change the color I wear in my cabbeen: 
But, till that day, plaze God! I'll stick to the Wearing of the Green!

But if, at last, her colors should be torn from Ireland's heart 
Her sons, with shame and sorrow, from the dear old soil will part; 
I've heard whispers of a Country that lies far beyond sea, 
Where rich and poor stand equal, in the light of Freedom's day!

O Erin! must we leave you driven by the tyrant's hand! 
Must we ask a Mother's blessing, in a strange but happy land, 
Where the cruel Cross of England's thralldom never to be seen: 
But where, thank God! we'll live and die, still Wearing of the Green!

Any yet another version

One blessing on my native Isle! 
One curse upon her foes 
While yet her skies above me smile 
Her breeze around me blows 
Now, nevermore my cheek be wet 
Nor sigh, nor altered mien 
Till the dark tyrant I regret 
The Wearing Of The Green 

Sweet land! my parents loved you well 
They sleep within your breast 
With theirs, for love no words can tell 
My bones must never rest 
And lonely must my true love stray 
That was our village queen 
When I am banished far away 
For The Wearing Of The Green 

But, Mary, dry that bitter tear 
'Twould break my heart to see 
And sweetly sleep my parents dear 
That cannot weep for me 
I'll think not of my distant tomb 
Nor seas rolled wide between 
But watch the hour, that yet will come 
For The Wearing Of The Green 

O, I care not for the thistle 
And I care not for the rose 
For when the cold winds whistle 
Neither down nor crimson shows 
But like hope to him that's friendless 
Where no gaudy flower is seen 
By our graves, with love that's endless 
Waves our own true-hearted green 

O, sure God's world was wild enough 
And plentiful for all! 
And ruined cabins were so stuff 
To build a lordly hall 
They might have let the poor man live 
Yet all as lordly been 
But heaven it's owngood time will give 
For The Wearing Of The Green 

Here's another version 

Farewell! for I must leave thee, my own, my native shore, 
And doomed in foreign lands to dwell, may never see thee more: 
For laws, our tyrant laws, have said that seas must roll between 
Old Erin and her faithful sons, that loved to wear the green.

Oh! we love to wear the green, Oh! how we love the green, 
On native land we cannot stand for wearing of the green, 
Yet wheresoe'er the exile lives, tho' oceans roll between, 
Thy faithful sons will fondly sing "The wearing of the green."

My father loved his country, and sleeps within her breast, 
While I that would have died for her, may never be so blest; 
Those tears my mother shed for me, how bitter they'd have been 
If I had proved a traitor to "The wearing of the green."

There were some that wore the green, who did betray the green, 
On native land we cannot stand thro' traitor to the green, 
Yet whatsoe'er our fate may be, when oceans roll between, 
Her faithful sons will ever sing "The wearing of the green."

Remember Father Murphy and Emmett that was brave, 
Not forgetting Dan O'Connell, that now lies in his grave, 
If those heroes were alive, boys, their country they'd redeem, 
And shortly have the union back once more in College Green

Key of G

O[G] Paddy dear, and[Em] did you hear the[D] news that's going round? 
The[C] Shamrock is for[G]bid, by laws, to[D] grow on Irish[G] ground! 
No[G] more St. Patrick's[Em] day we'll keep his[D] color last be seen; 
For, there's a[C] bloody[G] law agin the[D] Wearing[D7] of the[G] Green!.
Key of C
O[C] Paddy dear, and[Am] did you hear the[G] news that's going round? 
The[F] Shamrock is for[C]bid, by laws, to[G] grow on Irish[C] ground! 
No[C] more St. Patrick's[Am] day we'll keep his[G] color last be seen; 
For, there's a[F] bloody[C] law agin the[G] Wearing[G7] of the[C] Green!