irish twitter is insane.

[GreenWave]

4. The Wearin' Of The Green

I met with Napper Tandy.
And he took me by the hand.
Saying: How is poor old Ireland?
And what way does she stand?
She’s the most distressful country,
That ever yet was seen.
They are hanging men and women,
For the wearing of the green.
|: For the wearing of the green, :|
My native land, I cannot stand,
For the wearing of the green.

2. My father loved you tenderly,
He lies within your breast.
While I, that would have died for you,
Must never so be blessed.
For laws, their cruel laws, have said,
That seas should roll between
Old Ireland and her faithful sons,
Who love to wear the green.
|: For the wearing of the green, :|
My native land, I cannot stand,
For the wearing of the green.
3. I care not for the Thistle,
And I care not for the Rose;
When bleak winds round us whistle,
Neither down nor crimson shows.
But like hope to him that’s friendless,
When no joy around is seen.
O’er our grave with love that’s endless,
Blooms our own immortal green.
|: For the wearing of the green, :|
My native land, I cannot stand,
For the wearing of the green.