I am a merry ploughboy and I ploughed the fields all day
'Till a sudden thought came to my head that I should roam 
away
For I'm sick and tired of slavery since the day that I 
was born
And I'm off to join the I.R.A. and I'm off tomorrow morn.

Cho: And we're off to Dublin in the green, in the green
Where the helmets glisten in the sun
Where the bayonets flash and the rifles crash
To the echo of the Thompson Gun.

I'll leave aside my pick and spade and I'll leave aside 
my plough
I'll leave aside my horse and yoke I'll no longer need 
them now
I'll leave aside my Mary she's the girl that I adore
And I wonder if she'll think of me when she hears the 
rifles roar

And when the war is over and dear old Ireland is free
I'll take her to the church to wed and a rebels 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 
stold