[Verse]
Oh, I am a merry ploughboy,
And I plough the fields all day,
Till a sudden thought came to me mind,
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'll be off by tomorrow morn.

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

[Verse]
Oh, I'll leave aside me pick and me spade,
I'll leave aside me plough,
And I'll aside behind me horse and me yoke,
For I'll no more be needing them now.

And I'll take my short revolver,
And my bandoleer of lead,
Oh, I'll do or die, I can but try,
To avenge my country's dead.

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

[Verse]
And I leave aside me Mary,
She is the girl I do adore,
And I wonder will she think of me,
When she hears the cannon roars.

And when this war is over,
And old Ireland she is free,
I will take her to the church to wed,
And a rebel's wife she'll be.

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

[Verse]
Oh, there's some men fight for silver,
And others they fight for gold,
But the IRA is fighting for,
The land the Saxons stole.

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