The Merry Ploughboy Lyrics

Category: Civil War and Republican Song

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.

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.

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
when she hears the riffles roar.

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 rifles crash
To the rattle of a Thompson gun.
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. is fighting for
the land that the Saxon's stole.

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.