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Oh! Paddy, dear, and did you hear

The news that's going round,

The shamrock is forbid by law

To grow on Irish ground.

Saint Patrick's Day no more we'll keep

His color can't be seen

For there's a bloody law agin'

The wearing of 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 you have seen,

They're hanging men and women there

For wearing of the green.

 

Then since the color we must wear

Is England's cruel red

Sure Ireland's sons will n'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.

 

When the law can stop the blades of grass

From growing as they grow,

And when the leaves in summer time

Their verdure dare not show,

Then I will change the color

I wear in my caubeen,

But till that day I'll stick for aye

To wearing of the green.

But if at last our color should

Be torn from Ireland's heart,

Her sons with shame and sorrow

From the dear old sod will part.

I've heard a whisper of a country

That lives far beyond the say,

Where rich and poor stand equal

In the light of freedom's day.

 

Oh, Erin! Must we leave you,

Driven by the tyrant's hand?

Must we ask a mother's welcome

From a strange but happy land?

Where the cruel cross of England's thralldom

Never shall be seen

And where in peace we'll live and die

A-wearing of the green.

 

 

 

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For all my friends in Ireland

 

 

Oh, it is the biggest mix-up that you have ever seen.

My father, he was Orange and me mother, she was green.

 

My father was an Ulster man, proud Protestant was he.

My mother was a Catholic girl, from county Cork was she.

They were married in two churches, lived happily enough,

Until the day that I was born and things got rather tough.

 

Baptized by Father Riley, I was rushed away by car,

To be made a little Orangeman, my father's shining star.

I was christened "David Anthony," but still, inspite of that,

To me father, I was William, while my mother called me Pat.

 

With Mother every Sunday, to Mass I'd proudly stroll.

Then after that, the Orange lodge would try to save my soul.

For both sides tried to claim me, but i was smart because

I'd play the flute or play the harp, depending where I was.

 

Now when I'd sing those rebel songs, much to me mother's joy,

Me father would jump up and say, "Look here would you me boy.

That's quite enough of that lot", he'd then toss me a coin

And he'd have me sing the Orange Flute or the Heros of The Boyne

 

One day me Ma's relations came round to visit me.

Just as my father's kinfolk were all sitting down to tea.

We tried to smooth things over, but they all began to fight.

And me, being strictly neutral, I bashed everyone in sight.

 

My parents never could agree about my type of school.

My learning was all done at home, that's why I'm such a fool.

They've both passed on, God rest 'em, but left me caught between

That awful color problem of the Orange and the Green.

 

(in case anyone wants to play it on the guitar):

 

verse:

C Dm

F G

C Dm

F G

 

chorus:

Dm C

F C F-G7-C

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QUOTE (HowItIs @ Mar 17 2012, 10:16 AM)
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For all my friends in Ireland

http://youtu.be/gqN7kCfOOpw

Oh, it is the biggest mix-up that you have ever seen.
My father, he was Orange and me mother, she was green.

My father was an Ulster man, proud Protestant was he.
My mother was a Catholic girl, from county Cork was she.
They were married in two churches, lived happily enough,
Until the day that I was born and things got rather tough.

Baptized by Father Riley, I was rushed away by car,
To be made a little Orangeman, my father's shining star.
I was christened "David Anthony," but still, inspite of that,
To me father, I was William, while my mother called me Pat.

With Mother every Sunday, to Mass I'd proudly stroll.
Then after that, the Orange lodge would try to save my soul.
For both sides tried to claim me, but i was smart because
I'd play the flute or play the harp, depending where I was.

Now when I'd sing those rebel songs, much to me mother's joy,
Me father would jump up and say, "Look here would you me boy.
That's quite enough of that lot", he'd then toss me a coin
And he'd have me sing the Orange Flute or the Heros of The Boyne

One day me Ma's relations came round to visit me.
Just as my father's kinfolk were all sitting down to tea.
We tried to smooth things over, but they all began to fight.
And me, being strictly neutral, I bashed everyone in sight.

My parents never could agree about my type of school.
My learning was all done at home, that's why I'm such a fool.
They've both passed on, God rest 'em, but left me caught between
That awful color problem of the Orange and the Green.

(in case anyone wants to play it on the guitar):

verse:
C Dm
F G
C Dm
F G

chorus:
Dm C
F C F-G7-C

Funnily enough, no Irishman, be he Catholic 0r Protestant, would sing that. You're either one or t'other.

 

Nothing inbetween.

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trink38.gif Happy St. Patty's everyone!! trink38.gif

 

A little Guinness & Jameson later today! yes.gif

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For the Irish in me....

 

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Time for some cabbage just without the corned beef

 

peace

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Happy St. Patrick's Day to all who are Irish or of Irish descent! We are awesome! heart.gif

 

I'm very proud to be Irish on both sides of my family. tongue.gif

 

I just wish we had a shamrock emoticon. laugh.gif

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I didn't ask for any kisses but recieved many...

 

http://i357.photobucket.com/albums/oo13/pandorapj/holiday%20vacation/cheers.gif

 

http://i357.photobucket.com/albums/oo13/pandorapj/holiday%20vacation/shamrock.gif

 

After a couple Dos Equis green bottle

 

 

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Top of the mornin' to ya!! (1 day late, unfortunately)

to all the I-RUSH lads and lassies!!!

 

Hope everyone had a safe and reasonably sober

St. Patricks day!

 

Ate my traditional Irish feast last night of:

Corned-beef, Cabbage, Potatoes, and carrots.

...Washed it down with a wee bit of Guinness!!!

..now THAT hit the spot!

 

Proud to be Irish!!!!! trink39.gif yes.gif trink39.gif

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Our wild celebration was corned beef and cabbage dinner at my mom's smile.gif

 

I am one of those who has ancestors from both Northern Ireland and Ireland (and elsewhere). I told you I was mixed-up! laugh.gif

 

Hope you all had a great day bncegrn.gif trink38.gif bncegrn.gif

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I was going thru some of my old lyric's earlier,

and I came across one I had written about 3 yrs ago.

This is for everyone of Irish decent, and all of Ireland:

 

 

It's called " The calm blue Irish Sea "

 

 

Chose to venture out, this cold cloudy day

Rain was pouring down,like the mother-load

Passed by a town,some green fields,and three farms

I wondered alone, on a muddy rock road

 

While on this early morn. trek thru tranquility

Pulled up into a roadside Irish pub/cafe

There I met the most beautiful lassie

Took one look at her, and just had to say

 

Erin,come take my hand and walk with me

Down this road of hope and unity

Together, we will climb serenity

To observe the calm blue Irish Sea

 

She said to me," I really believe

This true vision,of our country to be

It's in our blood,it is our destiny

I want to live free, in a free country"

 

Erin,come take my hand and walk with me

Down this road of hope and unity

Together, we will know serenity

To observe the calm blue Irish Sea

 

I know the struggle, of finding your way

Life is really not easy now-a-days

Too much anger,confusion, and blame

It takes time to sort out the hurt and the pain

 

Erin,come take my hand and walk with me

Down this road of hope and unity

Together we will feel serenity

To observe the calm blue Irish Sea

 

 

 

Happy belated St. Patrick's day to all TRF fans!!

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