The Stars Hollow Gazette

The Wearing Of The Green
O Paddy dear, and did ye hear the news that’s goin’ round?

The shamrock is by law forbid to grow on Irish ground!

No more Saint Patrick’s Day we’ll keep, his color 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 old Ireland, and how does she stand?”

“She’s the most distressful country that ever yet was seen

For they’re hanging men and women there for the Wearin’ o’ the Green.”

So if the color we must wear be England’s cruel red

Let it remind us of the blood that Irishmen have shed

And pull the shamrock from your hat, and throw it on the sod

But never fear, ’twill take root there, though underfoot ’tis trod.
When laws can stop the blades of grass from growin’ as they grow

And when the leaves in summer-time their color dare not show

Then I will change the color too I wear in my caubeen

But till that day, please God, I’ll stick to the Wearin’ o’ the Green.

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  1. When laws can stop the blades of grass from growin’ as they grow

    And when the leaves in summer-time their color dare not show

    Then I will change the color too I wear in my caubeen

    But till that day, please God, I’ll stick to the Wearin’ o’ the Green.
  2. (exceptin’ holocaust situations…but even then, it may, and it will.  Seeds can stay dormant for a long, long time.  Fuck the mutations.  The mutant seeds will carry on until the Sun burns out.  And then some.)

  3. … on the other hand . . .

    • mishima on March 17, 2010 at 2:10 pm

    RED

    • TMC on March 17, 2010 at 2:12 pm

    So what’s every one having for dinner?

  4. Here are a couple of clips from that great 1991 Irish film, “The Commitments”…

    “Try a Little Tenderness”…

    “Take Me to the River”…

    and, in tribute to the great Wilson Pickett, “Mustang Sally”…

    Have a great St. Patty’s Day!

  5. This citizen of the 1916 all Irish republic wishes everyone a great day.  I am off to Rocky Sullivan’s in Brooklyn to hear some great rebel music and drink some fresh (for a change) Guinness.

    Tiocfaidh Ár Lá

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