Oh I am a merry ploughboy
And I plough the fields by day
'til a sudden thought flashed through my mind
That I should go away
Well I've always hated slavery
Since the day that I was born
So I'm off to join the IRA
And I'm off tomorrow morn
And we all off to Dublin in the green in the green
With our helmets glistening in the sun
Where the bayonets flash and the rifles crash
To the echo of the Thompson gun
Oh I'll leave aside my old grey coat
And I'll leave aside my plough
And I'll leave aside my horse and go
When I'm [???] me than now
And I'll take my shot revolver
And me bandolier of lead
And live or die I can but try
To avenge my country's dead
And we all off to Dublin in the green in the green
With our helmets glistening in the sun
Where the bayonets flash and the rifles crash
To the echo of the Thompson gun
Now there's one I leave behind me
She's the Coleen I adore
And I wonder will she think of me
When she hears those cannons roar
Oh but when the war is over
And dear old Ireland's free
I'll take her to church to wed
And a rebel's wife she'll be
And we all off to Dublin in the green in the green
With our helmets glistening in the sun
Where the bayonets flash and the rifles crash
To the echo of the Thompson gun
Oh I am a merry ploughboy
And I plough the field by day
'til a sudden thought flashed through my mind
That I should run away
Well I've always hated slavery
Since the day that I was born
So I'm off to join the IRA
And I'm off tomorrow morn
And we all off to Dublin in the green in the green
With our helmets glistening in the sun
Where the bayonets flash and the rifles crash
To the echo of the Thompson gun