Oh I am a merry ploughboy
And I plough the fields all day
'Till a sudden thought came to my mind
That I should roam away
For I'm tired of this civilian life
Since the day that I was born
And I'm off to join the I.R.A.
And I'll be off tomorrow morn'
And we'll be off to Dublin in the green, in the green
Where the helmets glisten in the sun
Where the bay'nets clash, the rifles crash
to the echo of a Thompson gun
Oh I leave aside my pick and spade
I leave aside my plough
And I leave aside my old grey mare
For no more I need them now
And I leave aside my Mary
She is the girl I do adore
And I wonder if she thinks of me
when she hears the canon roar
And we'll be off to Dublin in the green, in the green
Where the helmets glisten in the sun
Where the bay'nets flash, the rifles crash
to the echo of a Thompson gun
And when the war is over
and dear old Ireland's free
I will take her to the church to wed
and a rebel's wife she'll be
And some men fight for silver
and some men fight for gold
But the I.R.A. are fighting for
the land that the Saxons stole
And we'll be off to Dublin in the green, in the green
Where the helmets glisten in the sun
Where the bay'nets flash, the rifles crash
to the echo of a Thompson gun
And we'll be off to Dublin in the green, in the green
Where the helmets glisten in the sun
Where the bay'nets flash, the rifles crash
to the echo of a Thompson gun