The above noted link gives a decidedly different version. One which is more like an honor roll of Irish revolutionary heros.

THE WEARING OF THE GREEN London :—H. Such, Printer & Publisher, 177, Union-street, Borough,—S. E.   Farewell! for I must leave thee, my own, my native shore, And doomed in foreign lands to dwell, may never see thee more: For laws, our tyrant laws, have said that seas must roll between Old Erin and her faithful sons, that loved to wear the green. Oh! we love to wear the green, Oh! how we love the green, On native land we cannot stand for wearing of the green, Yet wheresoe'er the exile lives, tho' oceans roll between, Thy faithful sons will fondly sing "The wearing of the green." My father loved his country, and sleeps within her breast, While I that would have died for her, may never be so blest; Those tears my mother shed for me, how bitter they'd have been If I had proved a traitor to "The wearing of the green." There were some that wore the green, who did betray the green, On native land we cannot stand thro' traitor to the green, Yet whatsoe'er our fate may be, when oceans roll between, Her faithful sons will ever sing "The wearing of the green." Remember Father Murphy and Emmett that was brave, Not forgetting Dan O'Connell, that now lies in his grave, If those heroes were alive, boys, their country they'd redeem, And shortly have the union back once more in College Green.