Oh i am a merry ploughboy
And i plough the feilds by day
'Till a sudden thought came to my mind
That i should roam away
For I’ve always hated slavery
Since the day that i was born
So im off to join the IRA
And im off tomorrow morn'
So were all off to Dublin in the green
Where the helmets glisten in the sun
Where the bay’nets flash
And rifles crash
To the echo of a thompson gun
I’ll leave behind my pick and spade
I’ll leave behind my plough
Oh i’ll leave behind my horse and yoke
For no more i’ll need them now
I’ll put on my short revolver
And my bandoller of lead
For to live or die I can but try
To avenge my country’s dead
So were all off to Dublin in the green
Where the helmets glisten in the sun
Where the bay’nets flash
And rifles crash
To the echo of a thompson gun
And i leave behind my Mary
She is the girl i do adore
And i wonder if She thinks of me when she hears the rifles roar
And when the war is over, and dear old Ireland is free
I’ll take her to the church to wed and a rebel’s wife she’ll be And we’re all off to Dublin in the green, in the green
Where the helmets glisten in the sun
Where the bay’nets flash and the riffles crash
To the echo of a Thompson gun
Well some men fight for silver and some men fight for gold
But the I.R.A. are fighting for the land 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 bay’nets flash and the riffles crash
To the echo of a Thompson gun
And we’re all off to Dublin in the green, in the green
Where the helmets glisten in the sun
Where the bay’nets flash and the riffles crash
To the echo of a Thompson gun