O ^CPaddy dear, and did ye hear the ^Fnews that's goin' round? The ^Fshamrock is by law for^Cbid to ^Fgrow on Irish ^Cground! No more Saint Patrick's Day we'll keep, his ^Fcolor can't be seen, for ^Fthere's a cruel ^Claw ag'in the ^FWearin' o' the ^CGreen."

I ^Cmet with Napper Tandy, and he ^Ftook me by the hand, and he ^Fsaid, "How's poor^C old Ireland,^F and how does^C she stand?" "She's the most distressful country ^Fthat ever yet was seen, for they're ^Fhanging men and ^Cwomen there for the ^FWearin' o' the ^CGreen."

&quo^Ct;So if the color we must wea^Fr be England's cruel red, ^Flet it remind us ^Cof the blood that ^FIrishmen have ^Cshed And pull the shamrock from your hat, and ^Fthrow it on the sod, but ^Fnever fear, 'twill ^Ctake root there, though ^Funderfoot 'tis ^Ctrod.

When ^Claws can stop the blades of grass from ^Fgrowin' as they grow, and ^Fwhen the leaves in ^Csummer-time their ^Fcolor dare not ^Cshow Then I will change the color too I ^Fwear in my caubeen, but ^Ftill that day, please ^CGod, I'll stick to the ^FWearin' o' the ^CGreen.