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.