As Ireland Wore The Green

By right of birth in southern land I send my warning forth.     I see my country ruined by the wrongs that damned the North.     And shall I stand with fireless eyes and still and silent mouth     While Mammon builds his Londons on the fair fields of the South?          CHORUS:              O must we hide our colour                     In fear of Mammons spleen?                     Or shall we wear the bonnie blue                     As Ireland wore the green?                     As Ireland wore the green, my friends!                     As Ireland wore the green!                     Aye, we will wear our colour still,                     As Ireland wore the green!          I see the shade of poverty fall on each sunny scene.     And slums and alley-ways extend where fields were evergreen.     There is a law that stamps the flower of freedom as it springs;     And this upon a soil thats trod by prouder feet than kings.                          And must I hide my colour                     In fear of Mammons spleen?                     Or shall I wear the bonnie blue                     As Ireland wore the green?                     As Ireland wore the green, my friends!                     As Ireland swore the green!                     Aye, I will wear my colour yet,                     As Ireland wore the green!          Out there beyond the lonely range our fathers toiled for years     Neath all the hardships that beset true-hearted pioneers;     And our brave mothers journeyed there to do the work of men     On those great awful plains that were unfit for women then.                   Then must we hide our colour                     In fear of Mammons spleen?                     Or shall we wear the bonnie blue                     As Ireland swore the green?                     As Ireland wore the green, my friends!                     As Ireland wore the green!                     Aye, we shall wear our colour still,                     As Ireland wore the green!          O shall the fields our fathers won be yielded to the few     Who never touched the axe or spade, and hardships never knew?     Shall lordly robbers rule the land and build their mansions high,     And ladies flaunt their jewelled plumes where our brave mothers lie?                   O must we hide our colour                     In fear of Mammnons spleen?                     Or shall the wear the bonnie blue                     As Ireland wore the green?                     As Ireland wore the green, my friends!                     As Ireland wore the green!                     Aye, the will wear our colour yet,                     As Ireland wore the green!          What though our stalwart fathers came from every land on earth,     We will be loyal to the land that gives our children birth.     Well show our banner to the sunthe Southern Cross displayed     And join our strength together for the home our fathers made.                   Let cowards hide their colour                     For fear of Mammons spleen!                     But I will wear my bonnie blue                     As Ireland swore the green!                     As Ireland swore the green, my friends!                     As Ireland wore the green!                     Aye, I will wear my colour still,                     As Ireland swore the green!          Well light the lamp of hope above the alley and the slum,     And teach the poor and drill them for the war that is to come.     Well send our songs recruiting far beneath the western sky,     And wake the towns and let them know the day of deeds is nigh.                   And the twill wear our colour                     In spite of Mammons spleen!                     O the will wear the bonnie blue                     As Ireland wore the green!                     As Ireland wore the green, my friends!                     As Ireland wore the green!                     Aye, the will wear our colour yet,                     As Ireland wore the green!