Oh I am a merry ploughboy and I plough the fields all day
'Till a sudden thought came to me head that I should roam away
For I'm sick and tired of slavery since the day that I was born
And I'm off to join the I.R.A. 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 rattle of the Thompson Gun.

I'll leave aside me pick and spade and I'll leave aside me plough
I'll leave aside me horse and yoke for I no longer need them now
I'll leave aside me Mary she's the girl I do adore
And I wonder if she'll think of me when she hears the rifles 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 rattle of the Thompson Gun.

And when the war is over and dear old Ireland is free
I'll take her to the church to wed and a rebels wife she'll be.
Well 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'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 rattle of the Thompson Gun.

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