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I am a merry ploughboy, and I plow the fields by day,
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Till a sudden thought came to my mind, that I should run away,
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Now I've always hated slavery, since the day that I was born,
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So I'm off to join the IRA, and I'm off tomorrow morn.
(CHORUS:)
So, 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 a Thompson gun.
Now I leave aside my old gray coat, and I leave aside my plough,
And I leave aside my horse and yoke, no more I'll need them now.
And I'll take my short revolver, and my bandolier of lead,
And live or die I can but try to avenge my countries dead.
CHO:
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 them cannons
roar,
Ah, but when the war is over, and when dear old Ireland's free,
I will take her to the church to wed, and a rebels wife she'll
be.
CHO: