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the rushes oh
Green grow the rushes oh
The sweetest hours that ever I spent
Are spent among the lassies oh

The worldly race may riches chase
And riches
a pound. 

Green grow the rushes go 
Green grow the rushes go 
Green grow the rushes go 
The compass points the workers home 

Pay for your freedom,
the rushes oh
Green grow the rushes oh
The sweetest hours that e'er I spent
Are spent among the lassies oh

The worldly race may riches chase
And riches
the green rushes grow 
See the wind 
In the willow tree 
In the branches hanging low 

Well I go to the river 
To soothe my mind 
To ponder over
high and low
Each night by the stage you appear as you are
The ever intangible child
Ageless and timeless as Dorian Grey
Oh Hannah I know that it's
Oh, paddy dear and did you hear 
The news that's going 'round 
The shamrock is forbid by law 
To grow on Irish ground 

Saint Patrick's name no
Buideal brandaí a bheith faoi cheann
'S mo chailín deas óg 'bheith are lámh' liom

Sleeping to milking time is my delight
A bed of green rushes
Oh, Mother Earth
With your fields of green
Once more laid down
By the hungry hand
How long can you
Give and not receive
And feed this world
Ruled by
It was just after sunrise
And down by the sea
Down on the sand flats
Where nothing will grow
Come drumming and footsteps
Like out of a dream
Yellow and rose, yellow and rose, yellow and rose.

Oh boy, Botany Bay, watching the water go by.
Here's your home so far away, 
Here is a tear
Oh, Paddy dear, and did you hear
The news that's going round?
The shamrock is forbid by law
To grow on Irish ground!
St. Patrick's Day no more
Oh, Paddy dear, and did you hear
The news that's going round?
The shamrock is forbid by law
To grow on Irish ground!

St. Patrick's Day no more
face
Will she let you grow older with grace?
Will she give you up for one younger than you?"
Oh Hannah please tell me the things that he says aren't
snow, oh yeah oh yeah
I was always certain love would grow, oh
Love ageless and evergreen (ever, ever, green and seldom seen)
Seldom seen by two

You
snow, oh yeah oh yeah
I was always certain love would grow, oh
Love ageless and evergreen (ever, ever, green and seldom seen)
Seldom seen by two

You
Oh, Paddy dear, and did you hear
The news that's going round?
The shamrock is forbid by law
To grow on Irish ground!
St. Patrick's Day no more
snow, oh yeah oh yeah
I was always certain love would grow, oh
Love ageless and evergreen (ever, ever, green and seldom seen)
Seldom seen by two

You
then grow
They'll learn much more than I'll never know
And I think to myself what a wonderful world
Yes I think to myself what a wonderful world
Oh
Oh I like red it’s the color of an apple
Orange it’s the color of an orange
Yellow its a lemon and a wonderful sun, sun, sun

Green its the color
By Walter Egan

Jean was a girl with style,
Boy, heads turned every time she'd smile,
Envy turned her girlfriends' eyes green
Whoa oh oh Jean.

Soon
As the days go oh so slowly, as the sun shines oh so holy on the good and gracious green, 
In the summer of my dreams.

By the banks of this old stream, in
As the days go, oh, so slowly,
As the sun shines, oh, so holy,
On the good and gracious green.
In the summer of my dreams. 

By the banks of this old
As the days go, oh, so slowly,
As the sun shines, oh, so holy,
On the good and gracious green.
In the summer of my dreams. 

By the banks of this old
Tires type black
Where the blacktop cracks
Weeds spark through
Dark green enough to be blue
When the mysteries we believe in
Aren't dreamed
Buideal brandaí a bheith faoi cheann
'S mo chailín deas óg 'bheith are lámh' liom

Sleeping to milking time is my delight
A bed of green rushes