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Green on the Cape

I'm a lad that's forc'd to travel from my native land,
By a note that's sworn against me, my country I can't stand;
It's from all danger I made my escape,
With my national colors I wore green on my cape.

Chorus--I wore green on my cape, I wore green on my cape.
With my national colors I wore green on my cape.

I went down to Belfast that seaport so gay,
For to let my friends know that I could no longer stay:
And like a bold ensign I pass'd the baron gate,
With my national colors I wore green on my cape.

There I met a sea captain, who bargain'd with me cheap,
And he told me his company wore green on the cape;
They wore green on the cape, they wore green on the cape,
And he told me his company wore green on the cape.

With a prosperous gale, we sail'd away to France,
And so happy was I to meet with such a chance;
To meet with such a chance to make my escape,
With my national colors, I wore green on my cape.

And when I got to Paris, there I walk'd up and down,
I met with dukes and lords, and men of high renown;
They took me by the hand, saying, how made you your escape?
For they knew I was united by the green on the cape.

There I met Bonaparte, and he took me by the hand,
Saying, how is old Ireland, and how does it stand?
"Tis a poor distress'd country, as ever was seen,
For they hang both men and women for wearing the gree

Cheer up my lively lad, you have friends in this town,
We will send a fleet over, to pull the orange down;
To pull the orange down, and plainly shall be seen,
There is nothing like the Irish lads, for wearing the gre'
For wearing the green, for wearing the green,
There is nothing like the Irish lads, for wearing the gre'

Sold wholesale and retail, by J G. & H. HUNT, at N. E. Corner of Faneuil Hall Market, Boston.

Source: American Memory Collection, Library of Congress
From an undated song sheet, published in Boston.