Every Mother's Son There Sang
"The Wearing Of The Green"
Composer(s): Edward Rogers; Joe Hollander



There was fun galore on the parlor floor 
Down at McVeigh's tenement
Such a time had they, on McVeigh's birthday
With Irish element
Every one of them were drinking Creme de Menthe
Faith and that's the way the evening it was spent
Till Con. O ' Shea says "Come McVeigh, let's have some merriment"

Well, a row began when poor Dan McCann
Got a hugging Murphy's wife
Sure says Mike O' Toole, "Man you are a fool
Faith he's known her all his life"
In excitement Tim McVeigh turned out the light
When the copper came, he thought there was a fight
He broke the door then cussed and swore
And all was pinched that night

To the jail they went
But no bail was sent 
So they kept them there all right
Till the Cop says he
You will not get free
For the row you made last night" 
So, they went before the Judge called Mike McCue
Says he, "Tell me what the devil did you do?" 
"Why look here Judge
It's just a grudge
We'll sing the song for you"

The mother sang, the father sang
The sister sang as well
The parrot sang, the whole she-bang
Let out an awful yell
It really was an Irish night
It's like you've never seen 
For every mother's son there sang
the "Wearing Of The Green"