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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 Iґm off to join the I.R.A.
And Iґm off tomorrow morn
[CHORUS]
So weґre 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 Iґll need 'em now
And I leave behind my Mary
Sheґs the one that I adore
And I wonder will
She think of me when she
Hears the rifles roar
[Repeat CHORUS]
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
[Repeat CHORUS]
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 sheґll be
[Repeat CHORUS]