[Verse]
Oh, I am a merry ploughboy,
And I plough the fields all day,
Till a sudden thought came though my mind,
That I should roam away.

For I'm sick and tired of civilian life,
Since the day that I was born,
So I'm off to join the IRA,
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 flash, the rifles crash,
To the echo of a Thompson gun.

[Verse]
I'll leave aside my pick and me spade,
And I'll leave aside my plough,
And I'll leave aside my old grey mare,
For no more will I need them now.

And I leave aside my Mary,
She's the girl I do adore,
And I wonder if she'll think of me,
When she hears the cannons roar.

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

[Verse]
And when the war is over,
And dear old Ireland's 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 IRA are fighting for,
The land that the Saxons stole.

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

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