I am a merry ploughboy
and I ploughed the fields all day
Till a sudden thought came to my head
that I should roam away
For I`m sick and tired of slavery since
the day that I was born
And I`m off to join the IRA
and I`m off tomorrow morn
Cho And we`re 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 the Thompson Gun
I`ll leave aside my pick and spade
and I`ll leave aside my plough
I`ll leave aside my horse and yoke
I`ll no longer need them now
I`ll leave aside my Mary she`s the girl that I adore
And I wonder if she`ll think of me
when she hears the rifles roar
And when the war is over
and dear old Ireland is free
I`ll take her to the church to wed
and a rebels wife she`ll be
Well some men fight for silver
and some men fight for gold
But the IRA are fighting for
the land that the Saxons stold