Since I took—in shamrock spectacles—to Wearing of the Green.
Chorus.
I'm Ever-Green myself, ye know, so take me by the hand,
And tell me how Ould Oireland is, and how our chances stand.
'Tis the most disthressful country, dear, that ever yet was seen;
But I'm sworn to right ye, darlint, now I'm Wearing of the Green!
With unsurpassed frivolity and cruelty, 'tis said,
That you, Mavourneen, wish to set your heel on Ulster's head.
If you, who under Orange foot so long time have been trod,
Would trample down your tyrants old, it would be passing odd.