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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