The Wearing of the Green on mountain dulcimer.
Source of the lyrics (shown below) is Marty Lane, and she gave the author's name as Dion Boucicault. Marty was from Pleasant Hill, Ohio, which is 20 miles north of Dayton. She died 20 years ago this month, and for 20 years she freely shared her arrangements of songs for everyone to play and enjoy.

Oh Paddy dear, and did you hear the news that's going 'round,
The shamrock is forbid by law to grow on Irish ground.
No more St. Patrick's Day we'll keep, his colors can't be seen,
For there's a cruel law against the wearing of the Green.

I met with Napper Tandy and he took me by the hand,
And he said, "How's poor old Ireland and how does she stand?"
She's the most distressful country that ever yet was seen.
They're hanging men and women there, for wearing of the Green.

And if the color we must wear is England's cruel Red.
Let it remind us of the blood that Ireland has shed.
Then pull the shamrock from your hat, and throw it on the sod
And never fear, 'twill take root there, tho' under foot 'tis trod.

When the law can stop the blades of grass from growing as they grow
And when the leaves in summertime, their color dare not show
Then I will change the color, too, I wear in my caubeen
But 'til that day, please God, I'll stick to wearing of the Green.