Oh I am a merry ploughboy
And I plough the fields all day
'Til a sudden thought came in my head
That I should go away
For I've always hated slavery
Since the day that I was born
And I'm off to join the IRA
And I'm off tomorrow morn

And we're all off to Dublin in the green, in the green
Where the helmets glisten in the sun
Where the bayonets flash and the rifles crash
To the echo of a Thompson gun

I leave behind my pick and spade
I leave behind my plough
And I leave behind me old grey mare
For no more I need her now

And I leave behind my Mary
She's the girl I do adore
And I wonder if she'll think of me
When she hears the cannons roar

And we're all off to Dublin in the green, in the green
Where the helmets glisten in the sun
Where the bayonets flash and the rifles crash
To the echo of a Thompson gun

And when the war is over
And dear old Ireland is free
I will take her to the church to wed
And a rebel's wife she will be

Now some men fight for silver
And some men fight for gold
But the IRA are fighting for
The land that the Saxon stole

And we're all off to Dublin in the green, in the green
Where the helmets glisten in the sun
Where the bayonets flash and the rifles crash
To the echo of a Thompson gun

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