When law can stop the blades of grass from growin’ as they grow,
An’ when the leaves in summer time their color dare not show,
Then I will change the color, too, I wear in my caubeen;
But till that day, plaise God, I’ll stick to the Wearin’ o’ the Green.

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I would I had some flowers o’ the spring that might
Become your time of day… daffodils,
That come before the swallow dares, and take
The winds of March with beauty; violets dim,
But sweeter than the lids of Juno’s eyes…
O, these I lack,
To make you garlands of, and my sweet friend,
To strew him o’er and o’er!

William Shakespeare