Off to Dublin in the Green

I am a merry ploughboy and I plough the fields all day Till a sudden thought came to me head that I should roam away For I am sick and tired of slavery since the day I was born And I am off to join the I.R.A. and I am off tomorrow morn. Chorus: And we're all off to Dublin in the green, in the green Where the helmets glisten in the sun Where the bay'nets flash and the riffles crash To the rattle of a Thompson gun. 2. I'll leave aside me pick and spade, I'll leave aside me plough I'll leave aside me horse and yoke, I no longer need them now I'll leave aside me Mary, she's the girl that I adore And I wonder if she'll think of me whe hears the riffles roar. Chorus: 3. And when the war is over, and dear old Ireland is free I'll take her to the church to wed and a rebel's wife she'll be Well some men fight for silver and some men fight for gold But the I.R.A. are fighting for the land that the Saxons stole. Chorus: