Chords for The Wearing of the Green

Tempo:
94.5 bpm
Chords used:

D

A

G

B

Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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The Wearing of the Green chords
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[D]
[A] [D]
Oh Paddy dear, and did you [A] hear the news that's going round?
[D] ground.
seen.
green.
me by the hand.
[D] does she stand?
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D
1321
A
1231
G
2131
B
12341112
D
1321
A
1231
G
2131
B
12341112
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_ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [A] _ _ [D] _ _
_ Oh Paddy dear, and did you [A] hear the news that's going round?
[G] The shamrock [D] is by law forbid [A] to grow on Irish [D] ground.
St.
Patrick's Day no more, we'll keep his [A] colours, can't be seen.
For our hanging men and women, [A] for the wearing [D] of the green.
_ I met with Napper Tandy and [A] he took me by the hand.
He [G] said, [D] how's dear old Ireland [A] and how [D] does she stand?
She's the most distressful country [A] that you have ever seen.
[G] For our hanging [D] men and women, [A] for the wearing [D] of the green.
[G] For the wearing of the green, for [D] the wearing of the green.
For our hanging men and women, [A] for the wearing [D] of the green.
_ And since the colour we must [A] wear is England's cruel red.
[G] Sure [D] Ireland's sons will ne'er forget the blood that they have shed.
You may take the shamrock from your [A] hat and cast it on the sod.
[G] But we'll take [D] root and flourish there, [A] no wonder for [D] his trod.
_ My father loved his country [A] and sleeps within its breast.
[G] While I that [D] would have died for [A] her must never so [D] be blessed.
Those tears my mother shed for me, [A] how bitter they had been.
[G] If I had proved [D] a traitor to the wearing of the green.
For [G] the wearing of the green, for the wearing of the green.
[G] Their hanging [D] men and women [A] for the wearing [D] of the green.
_ But if at last our colours [A] should be torn from Ireland's heart.
[G] Her sons would [D] shame and sorrow [A] from the dear old [D] Isle will part.
I've heard a whisper of a land [A] that lies beyond the sea.
[G] Where rich [D] and poor stand equal [A] in the light [D] of freedom's day.
_ Oh Ireland must we leave you driven [A] by a tyrant's hand.
[G] And seek a [D] mother's blessing [A] from a strange and distant [D] land.
Where the cruel cross of England shall [A] never more be seen.
[G] And in that [D] land we live and die [A] still wearing [D] Ireland's green.
[G] For the wearing of the green, [D] for the wearing of the green.
[G] Their hanging [D] men and women [A] for the wearing [D] of the green.
For the [G] wearing of the green, for the wearing of the green.
[G] Their hanging men [D] and women [A] for the wearing of [D] the green.
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