Well I am the merry ploughboy, and I plough the fields all day.
Till sudden came across my mind, that I should run away
See I?ve always hated slavery, 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,
With the helmets glistening in the sun
Where the bayonets flash and the rifles crash
To the echo of a Thompson Gun
I?ll leave behind my old gray coat, and I?ll leave behind my plough.
And I leave behind my horse and yoke, for 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 country?s dead
So we´re off to Dublin in the green, in the green,
With the helmets glistening in the sun
Where the bayonets flash and the rifles crash
To the echo of a Thompson Gun
And I?ll leave behind my Mary, She?s the girl that I adore
And I wonder what she?ll think of me, when she hears the cannons roar
And when the war is over, and Ireland is free
I will take her to the church to wed, and a rebel?s wife she?ll be
So we´re off to Dublin in the green, in the green,
With the helmets glistening in the sun
Where the bayonets flash and the rifles crash
To the echo of a Thompson Gun