Top o' The Mornin' to Ye!

What better way to celebrate this blessed St. Patrick's Day with a good old-fashioned song of subversive nationalism?

O Paddy dear, and did ye hear the news that's goin' round?
The shamrock is by law forbid to grow on Irish ground!
No more Saint Patrick's Day we'll keep, his color can't be seen
For there's a cruel law ag'in the Wearin' o' 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 yet was seen
For they're hanging men and women there for the Wearin' o' the Green."

"So if the color we must wear be England's cruel red
Let it remind us of the blood that Irishmen have shed
And pull the shamrock from your hat, and throw it on the sod
But never fear, 'twill take root there, though underfoot 'tis trod.

When laws can stop the blades of grass from growin' as they grow
And when the leaves in summer-time their color dare not show
Then I will change the color too I wear in my caubeen
But till that day, please God, I'll stick to the Wearin' o' the Green."

Well, okay, that doesn't really have anything to do with Celtic monasticism, but I don't have time to pull up any St. Patrick's stuff today. Maybe tomorrow. In the meantime, enjoy yourself like an Irishman. (I'm not sure if Irishwomen enjoy themselves on St. Patrick's day, but I wish my female readers all the best anyway.)

1 comment:

Michelle said...

Thank you for changing your colour scheme back to grey. The green was just too much, even for st. patties day. :)