Off To Dublin In The Green

Oh, I am a merry ploughboy
And I plough the fields all day
'Til a sudden thought came to my 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 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 bay'nets flash and the rifles crash
To the rattle of a Thompson gun
I'll leave aside me pick and spade
I'll leave aside me plough
I'll leave aside me horse and yoke
I no longer need them now
I'll leave aside me Mary
She's the girl that I 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 bay'nets flash and the rifles crash
To the rattle of a 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 rebel's wife she'll be
Well some men fight for silver
And some men fight for gold
But the IRA 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 bay'nets flash and the rifles crash
To the rattle of a Thompson gun