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

So i'm off to join the IRA

And i'm off tomorrow morn'

And were all off to Dublin 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 old grey mare

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 rattle of a Thompson gun

We'll 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