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