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Wearing of the Green.pdfWearing of the Green.mp3Played at 80 bpm.
SNARE DRUM SCORE
4-4 Massed Band.pdfOlder version of the snare drum score.
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4-4 Massed Band (2021).movVideo of the newer 4/4 snare drum score as played.
BASS DRUM SCORE
4_4 BASS.pdfHISTORY
'The Wearing of the Green' is a traditional Irish street ballad that was thought to have been composed around the year 1798 when the 'United Irishmen', whose official color was green, rebelled against the rule of the English. The British authorities declared that it was illegal for anyone to wear a green shamrock in their hat, the penalty being death by hanging for displaying the revolutionary insignia.
There have been several variations of this tune, with the best known version from Dion Boucicault's play, "Arragh na Pogue", or the 'Wicklow Wedding', performed in the United States in 1864.
LYRICS
'Oh, Paddy dear and did you hear the news that's goin' round?The shamrock is by law forbid to grow on Irish groundSaint Patrick's Day no more we'll keep his colours can't be seenFor they're hangin' men and women for the wearin' of the green
I met with Napper Tandy and he took me by the handHe said: "How's dear old Ireland and how does she stand?She's the most distressful country that you have ever seenFor they're hangin' men and women for the wearin' of the green"
For the wearin' of the greenFor the wearin' of the greenThey're hangin' men and womenFor the wearin' of the green
Then since the colour we must wear is England's cruel redSure Ireland's sons will ne'er forget the blood that they have shedYou may take the shamrock from your hat and cast it on the sodBut 'twill take root and flourish there though underfoot 'tis trod
My father loved his country and sleeps within its breastWhile I that would have died for her must never so be blessedThose tears my mother shed for me how bitter they had beenIf I had proved a traitor to the wearin' of the green
For the wearin' of the greenFor the wearin' of the greenThey're hangin' men and womenFor the wearin' of the green
But if at last our colours should be torn from Ireland's heartHer sons with shame and sorrow from the dear old isle will partI've heard a whisper of a land that lies beyond the seaWhere rich and poor stand equal in the light of Freedom's Day
Oh Ireland must we leave you driven by a tyrant's handAnd seek a mother's blessing from a strange and distant landWhere the cruel cross of England shall never more be seenAnd in that land we'll live and die still wearing Ireland's green
For the wearin' of the greenFor the wearin' of the greenThey're hangin' men and womenFor the wearin' of the green
For the wearin' of the greenFor the wearin' of the greenThey're hangin' men and womenFor the wearin' of the green'
I met with Napper Tandy and he took me by the handHe said: "How's dear old Ireland and how does she stand?She's the most distressful country that you have ever seenFor they're hangin' men and women for the wearin' of the green"
For the wearin' of the greenFor the wearin' of the greenThey're hangin' men and womenFor the wearin' of the green
Then since the colour we must wear is England's cruel redSure Ireland's sons will ne'er forget the blood that they have shedYou may take the shamrock from your hat and cast it on the sodBut 'twill take root and flourish there though underfoot 'tis trod
My father loved his country and sleeps within its breastWhile I that would have died for her must never so be blessedThose tears my mother shed for me how bitter they had beenIf I had proved a traitor to the wearin' of the green
For the wearin' of the greenFor the wearin' of the greenThey're hangin' men and womenFor the wearin' of the green
But if at last our colours should be torn from Ireland's heartHer sons with shame and sorrow from the dear old isle will partI've heard a whisper of a land that lies beyond the seaWhere rich and poor stand equal in the light of Freedom's Day
Oh Ireland must we leave you driven by a tyrant's handAnd seek a mother's blessing from a strange and distant landWhere the cruel cross of England shall never more be seenAnd in that land we'll live and die still wearing Ireland's green
For the wearin' of the greenFor the wearin' of the greenThey're hangin' men and womenFor the wearin' of the green
For the wearin' of the greenFor the wearin' of the greenThey're hangin' men and womenFor the wearin' of the green'
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