The Merry Ploughboy The Freedom Fighters (IRL)

[Verse 1]
I am a merry ploughboy and I plough the fields by day
Till a certain thought came to my mind that I should run away
I always hated slavery since the day that I was born
And I'm off to join the I.R.A. and I'm 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 bayonets clash and rifles clash
To the echo of a Thompson gun

[Verse 2]
I'll leave behind my pick and spade; I'll leave behind my plough
I'll leave behind my old grey mare, for I'll never need her now
I'll take my short revolver and me bandolier of lead
I'll live or die, I can but try to avenge my countrymen

[Chorus]
And we're all off to Dublin in the green, in the green
Where the helmets glisten in the sun
Where the bayonets clash and rifles clash
To the echo of a Thompson gun

[Verse 3]
I'll leave behind my Mary; she's the girl I do adore
And I hope she'll think of me when she'll hear the rifles roar
And when the war is over and good old Ireland free
I'll take her to the church to wed and a rebel's wife she'll be