Off To Dublin In The Green

I am a merry ploughboy and

I ploughed the fields all day

Till a sudden thought

Came into my head

That I should roam away

For I'm tired of civilian life

Since the day that I was born

So I'm off to join the I.R.A.

And I'm off tomorrow morn

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

Oh, I leave behind

My old gray home

I leave behind my plough

And I leave behind

My old gray mare

For no more I'll need 'em now

And I leave behind my Mary

She's the one that I adore

And I wonder will

She think of me when she

Hears the rifles roar

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

Oh, some men fight for silver

And some men fight for gold

But the I.R.A. are fighting for

The land the Saxons stole

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

And when the war is over

And dear old Ireland's free

I will take her to the church to wed

A rebel's wife she'll be

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