I am a merry ploughboy and I plough the fields all day|
Till a sudden thought came to me head that I should roam away
For I am sick and tired of slavery since the day I was born
And I am off to join the I.R.A. and I am off tomorrow morn.
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.
2. I'll leave aside me pick and spade, I'll leave aside me plough
3. And when the war is over, and dear old Ireland is free
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