Well I am a merry ploughboy and I plough the fields by day
Till a sudden thought came to my mind that I should roam away
For I'm tired of civilian since the day I was born

And I'm off to join the I.R.A. and I'm off tomorrow morn.

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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 echo 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, no more will I need them now
I'll leave aside me Mary, she's the girl that I adore
But I wonder if she'll think of me whe hears my Armalite roar


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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.

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