Irish Republican Army - Socom: Combined Assault
[IRA] Óglaigh na hÉireann
Wearin' o' the Green
O Paddy dear, and did you hear the news that's goin' round?
The shamrock is by law forbid to grow on Irish ground!
Saint Patrick's Day no more we'll keep, his colors can't be seen
For they're hangin' men and women for the Wearin' o' 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 hangin' men and women for the Wearin' o' the Green
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And since the color we must wear is England's cruel red
Sure Ireland's sons will never forget the blood that they have shed
And you may take the shamrock from your hat, and cast it on the sod
But 'twill take root and flourish there, though underfoot 'tis trod.
My Father loved his country and sleeps within its breast
While I that would've died for her must never sould be blessed
Those tears my mother shed for me how bitter they had been
If I had shown a traitor to the Wearin' o' the Green
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But if at last our colors should be torn from Ireland's heart
Her sons would shame and sorrow from the dear old Isle depart
I've heard of 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 still wearin' Ireland's Green
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