Dubliners - Off to Dublin in the Green 1973
I am a merry ploughboy
and I ploughed the fields all day
'Till a sudden thought came to my mind
that I should roam away
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.
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 rattle of the Thompson Gun.
I'll leave aside my pick and spade
I'll leave aside me plough
I'll leave aside me horse and yoke
for no more I'll need them now
And I'll leave aside my Mary
she's the girl I do adore
And I wonder will she think of me
when she hears the rifles roar
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 rattle of the Thompson Gun.
And when the war is over
and old Ireland she is free
I will 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 IRA are fighting for
the land that the Freestaters stole
And we're all 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 rattle of a Thompson gun
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