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Oh i am a merry ploughboy,

And i plough the feilds all day,

`Till a sudden thought came to my mind,

That i should roam away.



For im tired of this civilian life,

Since the day that i was born,

So im off to join the IRA,

And im off tomorrow morn`.



And were all off to Dublin in the green,

Where the helmets glisten in the sun,

Where the bay`nets clash,

and rifles crash,

to the echo of the thompson gun.



I`ll leave aside my pick and spade,

I`ll leave aside my plough,

Oh ill leave aside my horse and yoke,

For no more i`ll 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 that canon 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 riffles 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 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 bay`nets flash and the riffles crash

To the rattle of a Thompson gun.

Oh i am a merry ploughboy,

And i plough the feilds all day,

`Till a sudden thought came to my mind,

That i should roam away.



For im tired of this civilian life,

Since the day that i was born,

So im off to join the IRA,

And im off tomorrow morn`.



And were all off to Dublin in the green,

Where the helmets glisten in the sun,

Where the bay`nets clash,

and rifles crash,

to the echo of the thompson gun.



I`ll leave aside my pick and spade,

I`ll leave aside my plough,

Oh ill leave aside my horse and yoke,

For no more i`ll 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 that canon 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 riffles 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 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 bay`nets flash and the riffles crash

To the rattle of a Thompson gun.

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