1. I am a merry ploughboy and I plough the fields by day Till a sudden thought came to my mind that I should roam away For I am sick of this civilian life since the day that I was born So I am off to join the I.R.A. and I am off tomorrow morn. Chorus: And we're all off to Dublin in the green, Where the helmets glisten in the sun Where the bay'nets flash and the rifles crash To the rattle of a Thompson gun. 2. I'll leave behind me pick and me spade, I'll leave behind my plough I'll leave behind me horse and me yoke, no more will I need them now And I'll leave behind my Mary, she's the girl that I adore But I wonder if she'll think of me when hears my armalite roar. Chorus: 3. And when this war is over, and dear old Ireland is free I'll take her to the chapel on the hill and a rebel's wife she'll be Well some men fight for silver and some men fight for gold But the I.R.A. are fighting for the land that the Saxons stole. Chorus:

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