The Wearing Of The Green | Powerful Irish Rebel Song (They’re Hanging Men & Women) скачать в хорошем качестве

The Wearing Of The Green | Powerful Irish Rebel Song (They’re Hanging Men & Women)

The Wearing Of The Green — a powerful Irish rebel ballad of resilience, and defiance. This song tells the story of Ireland’s oppression, executions, and the enduring spirit of her people. A song for those who were hanged for their love of Ireland, and a reminder of the cost of freedom. 🎶 Explore the full collection of Irish Rebel Songs and Ballads here: 👉 Irish Rebel Songs Playlist    • Irish Rebel Ballads & Traditional Folk Son...   📌 Subscribe for more Irish ballads, rebel songs & Celtic folk music:    / @justirishmusic   #IrishMusic #RebelSong #IrishBallad #TheWearingOfTheGreen #IrishHistory #CelticMusic #IrishRebel #Ballad #IrishFolk #freedomlifestyle Follow & Support Just Irish Music: 🎥 YouTube:    / @justirishmusic   🎶 TikTok:   / justirishmusic   🎵 Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/user/3143x74... 🐦 X/Twitter: https://x.com/JustIrishMusic 📸 Instagram:   / justirishmusic   📘 Facebook:   / justirishmusic   Lyrics Oh Paddy, dear, and did you hear the News that's going round? The shamrock is by law forbid To grow on Irish ground Saint Patrick's Day no more we'll keep His colours can't be seen For they're hanging men and women for The wearing of the green I met with Napper Tandy and he Took me by the hand He said "How's dear old Ireland And how does she stand?" She's the most distressful country that You have ever seen For they're hanging men and women for The wearing of the green For the wearing of the green For the wearing of the green They're hanging men and women for The wearing of the green [2] Then since the color we must Wear is England's cruel red Sure, Ireland's sons will ne'er forget the Blood that they have shed You may take the shamrock from your hat And cast it on the sod But 'twill take root and flourish Still tho' underfoot 'tis trod My father loved his country and Sleeps within it's breast While I that would have died for Her must never so be blessed Those tears my mother shed for me How bitter they had been If I had proved a traitor to The wearing of the green For the wearing of the green For the wearing of the green They're hanging men and women for The wearing of the green [3] But if at last our colours should Be torn from Ireland's heart Her sons with shame and sorrow from The dear old isle would part I've heard a whisper of a land That lies beyond the sea Where rich and poor stand equal in The light of freedom's day Oh Ireland, must we leave you Driven by a tyrant's hand And seek a mother's blessing from A strange and distant land Where the cruel cross of England Shall never more be seen And in that land we'll live and die For the wearing of the green For the wearing of the green For the wearing of the green They're hanging men and women for The wearing of the green For the wearing of the green For the wearing of the green They're hanging men and women for The wearing of the green