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