O ^DPaddy dear, and did ye hear the ^Anews that's goin' round? The ^Gshamrock is by law for^Dbid to ^Agrow on Irish ^Dground! No more Saint Patrick's Day we'll keep, his ^Acolor can't be seen, for ^Gthere's a cruel ^Dlaw ag'in the ^AWearin' o' the ^DGreen."

I ^Dmet with Napper Tandy, and he ^Atook me by the hand, and he ^Gsaid, "How's poor old ^DIreland, and ^Ahow does she ^Dstand?" "She's the most distressful country that ^Aever yet was seen, for they're ^Ghanging men and ^Dwomen there for the ^AWearin' o' the ^DGreen."

"So ^Dif the color we must wear be ^AEngland's cruel red, ^Glet it remind us ^Dof the blood that ^AIrishmen have ^Dshed And pull the shamrock from your hat, and ^Athrow it on the sod, but ^Gnever fear, 'twill ^Dtake root there, though ^Aunderfoot 'tis ^Dtrod.

When ^Dlaws can stop the blades of grass from ^Agrowin' as they grow, and ^Gwhen the leaves in ^Dsummer-time their ^Acolor dare not ^Dshow Then I will change the color too I ^Awear in my caubeen, but ^Gtill that day, please ^DGod, I'll stick to the ^AWearin' o' the ^DGreen.