Cifras
The Merry Ploughboy

Tom: C

Introdução:

                  C                              G7                                                                                                 C  
Well I am the merry ploughboy, and I plough the fields all day.
                G7                                                                                                                    C  
Till sudden came across my mind, that I should run away
                                                          G7                                                                                    C  
See I?ve always hated slavery, since the day that I was born.
                     G7                                                                                                              C  
So, I´m off to join the I.R.A. and I´m off tomorrow morn
                          C                                                 G7  
So we´re off to Dublin in the green, in the green,
                                                                                             C  
With the helmets glistening in the sun
                          G7  
Where the bayonets flash and the rifles crash
                                                                     C  
To the echo of a Thompson Gun
                  C                                 G7                                                                                                    C  
I?ll leave behind my old gray coat, and I?ll leave behind my plough.
                G7                                                                                                                                                      C  
And I leave behind my horse and yoke, for no more I´ll need them now
                                                                  G7                                                                    C  
And I?ll take my short revolver, and my bandolier of lead
          G7                                                                                                                                 C  
And live or die, I can but try, to avenge my country?s dead
                          C                                                 G7  
So we´re off to Dublin in the green, in the green,
                                                                                             C  
With the helmets glistening in the sun
                          G7  
Where the bayonets flash and the rifles crash
                                                                     C  
To the echo of a Thompson Gun
                        C                                      G7                                                                      C  
And I?ll leave behind my Mary, She?s the girl that I adore
                G7                                                                                                                                                      C  
And I wonder what she?ll think of me, when she hears the cannons roar
                                                     G7                                                 C  
And when the war is over, and Ireland is free
                  G7                                                                                                                                                 C  
I will take her to the church to wed, and a rebel?s wife she?ll be
                          C                                                    G7  
So we´re off to Dublin in the green, in the green,
                                                                                             C  
With the helmets glistening in the sun
                          G7  
Where the bayonets flash and the rifles crash
                                                                     C  
To the echo of a Thompson Gun