THE MERRY PLOUGHBOY
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Oh, I am a merry ploughboy and I plough the fields all day
'til a sudden thought came to my mind that I should roam away
For I'm tired of civilian life since the day that I was born
And I'm off to join the IRA and I'll be off tomorrow morn
And we're all off to Dublin in the green and the green
Where the helmets glisten in the sun
Where the bayonets flash, the rifles clash
To the echo of a Thompson gun
And when the war is over
And dear old Ireland's 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 and the green
Where the helmets glisten in the sun
Where the bayonets flash, the rifles clash
To the echo of a Thompson gun
(Domnic Behan)
(Click here to listen to 'The Merry Ploughboy')
Oh, I am a merry ploughboy and I plough the fields all day
'til a sudden thought came to my mind that I should roam away
For I'm tired of civilian life since the day that I was born
And I'm off to join the IRA and I'll be off tomorrow morn
And we're all off to Dublin in the green and the green
Where the helmets glisten in the sun
Where the bayonets flash, the rifles clash
To the echo of a Thompson gun
And when the war is over
And dear old Ireland's 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 and the green
Where the helmets glisten in the sun
Where the bayonets flash, the rifles clash
To the echo of a Thompson gun
(Domnic Behan)