THE MERRY PLOUGHBOY

Oh I am a merry ploughboy
And I plough the fields all day
Till a sudden thought came to my mind
That I should run away
Well I'm sick and tired of slavery
Since the day that I was born
So I'm off to join the I.R.A.
And I'm off tomorrow morn

Well I'm off to Dublin in the green in the green
Where the helmets glisten in the sun
Where the bayonets flash and the rifles clash
To the echo of a Thompson gun

I'll leave aside my old grey coat
And I'll leave aside my plough
I'll leave aside my old grey mare
For no more I'll need them now
And I'll take my shoert revolver
And my bandolier of lead
and live or die I can but try
To avenge my country's dead

Well I'm off to Dublin in the green in the green
Where the helmets glisten in the sun
Where the bayonets flash and the rifles clash
To the echo of a Thompson gun

There's one I leave behind me
She's the coleen I adore
And I wonder will she think of me
When she hears the cannons roar
And when this 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

Well I'm off to Dublin in the green in the green
Where the helmets glisten in the sun
Where the bayonets flash and the rifles clash
To the echo of a Thompson gun

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