Standard (EADGBE)

I am a merry ploughboy and I ploughed the fields all day.

Till a sudden thought came into my head, that I should

roam away.

For I'm tired of civilian life, since the day that I was born.

So, I´m off to join the I.R.A. and I´m off tomorrow morn.

Chorus

So, we´re off to Dublin' in the green, in the green,

where the helmets glisten in the sun.

Where the bayonets flash and the rifles crash to the

echo of a Thompson Gun.

Oh, I leave behind my old gray home, I leave behind my plough.

And I leave behind my old gray mare, for no more I´ll need 'em now.

And I leave behind my Mary, she´s the one that I adore.

And I wonder will she think of me, when she hears the rifles roar.

Chorus

So, we´re off to Dublin' in the green, in the green,

where the helmets glisten in the sun.

Where the bayonets flash and the rifles crash to the

echo of a Thompson Gun.

Oh, some men fight for silver and some men fight for gold.

But the I.R.A. are fighting for the land the Saxons stole.

Chorus

So, we´re off to Dublin' in the green, in the green,

where the helmets glisten in the sun.

Where the bayonets flash and the rifles crash to the

echo of a Thompson Gun.

And when the war is over and dear old Ireland's free.

I will take her to the church to wed, a rebel's wife she´ll be.

Chorus

So, we´re off to Dublin' in the green, in the green,

where the helmets glisten in the sun.

Where the bayonets flash and the rifles crash to the

echo of a Thompson Gun.

A sixties smash from Kraziekhat.