"The Merry Ploughboy" lyrics

Oh, I am a merry ploughboy
And I plough the feilds all day
'Till a sudden thought came to my mind
That I should roam away

For I'm tired of this civilian life
Since the day that I was born
And I'm off to join the IRA
And I'm off tomorrow morn'

And were all off to Dublin in the green, in the green
Where the helmets glisten in the sun
Where the bay'nets clash and rifles crash
To the echo of the Thompson gun

I'll leave aside my pick and spade
I'll leave aside my plough
And I'll leave aside my horse and yoke
For no more I'll need them now

And I leave aside my Mary
She is the girl I do adore
And I wonder if she thinks of me
When she hears that canon roar

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 echo of the Thompson gun

And when the war is over
And dear old Ireland is free
I will take her to the church to wed
And a rebel's wife she'll be

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 echo of the Thompson gun

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 echo of the Thompson gun