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 im tired of this civilian life
Since the day that I was born
So im off to join the IRA
And im 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
Oh ill 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 rattle of a Thompson gun

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

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