Montreal Daily Star, 17 March 1911, page 8

Poems in Honour of St Patrick’s Day

(Revised Version)
By RL Werry, Montreal

O, Paddy, dear, and did ye hear the news that’s goin’ round?
The Shamrock, once forbidden to be grown on Irish ground,
May on St Patrick’s Day be worn, as everywhere ‘tis seen.
For now there is no law agin the wearin’ o’ the green,
I met with naybor Roberts, and he took me by the hand:
Says he, I’m proud I’m Irish, don’t ye see now, where we stand?
Oh, the Irish are the bravest men the world have ever seen
And the Irish now are honored by the wearin’ of the green.


Oh, the wearin’ o’ the green is now
Approved by King and Queen-
Long may they reign and aye maintain
The wearin’ o’ the green.

Sure, Erin’s sons will ne’er forget the blood that they have shed
To guard old Britain’s colors dear, the white and blue and red:
So wear the Shamrock in your hat and plant it in the sod,
For now ‘twill grow and flourish, though once under foot was trod.
The Shamrock and the Union Jack will warm each Irish heart,
And we’ll fight and die ere from the dear old flag we’ll part;
We covet not the wealthy of lands that lie beyond the sea,
For rich and poor are equal ‘neath the flag of liberty.


O, brother Briton, should you be hard pressed on every hand,
You always can depend on us, in home or foreign land;
When enemies against you rise, no matter where they’re seen,
Your first and last defenders will be wearers of the green.
When man can stop the blades of grass from growing as they grow,
And when the leaves in summer time their verdure fail to show-
Then I will change the color that I wear in my caubeen,
And then forsake the Union Jack and the wearing of the green.