How stands Ireland?

Question

How stands Ireland?

Answer 1

I stands out of the ocean on a huge bit of green muck!! Like the rest of the planet

Answer 2

Legless

Answer 3

Its the most distressful country that you have ever seen, for they're hanging men and women for the wearing of the green.

Answer 4

That is no country for old men. The young

            In one another's arms, birds in the trees

            - Those dying generations - at their song,

            The salmon-falls, the mackerel-crowded seas,

            Fish, flesh, or fowl, commend all summer long

            Whatever is begotten, born, and dies.

            Caught in that sensual music all neglect

            Monuments of unageing intellect.

An aged man is but a paltry thing,

            A tattered coat upon a stick, unless

            Soul clap its hands and sing, and louder sing

            For every tatter in its mortal dress,

            Nor is there singing school but studying

            Monuments of its own magnificence;

            And therefore I have sailed the seas and come

            To the holy city of Byzantium.

O sages standing in God's holy fire

            As in the gold mosaic of a wall,

            Come from the holy fire, perne in a gyre,

            And be the singing-masters of my soul.

            Consume my heart away; sick with desire

            And fastened to a dying animal

            It knows not what it is; and gather me

            Into the artifice of eternity.

Answer 5

Head up, utterly charming, verdantly green on the surface.

In other words great.

Answer 6

eh?

Answer 7

how stands Ireland on what

Answer 8

An outdated emotive song, not relevant today....

O Paddy dear, and did ye hear the news that's goin' round?

The shamrock is by law forbid to grow on Irish ground!

No more Saint Patrick's Day we'll keep, his colour can't be seen

For there's a cruel law ag'in the Wearin' o' 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

For they're hanging men and women there for the Wearin' o' the Green."

"So if the color we must wear be England's cruel red

Let it remind us of the blood that Irishmen have shed

And pull the shamrock from your hat, and throw it on the sod

But never fear, 'twill take root there, though underfoot 'tis trod.

When laws can stop the blades of grass from growin' as they grow

And 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, please God, I'll stick to the Wearin' o' the Green.