[Verse]
Oh, I am a merry ploughboy,
And I plough the fields by day,
Till a lighting flashed across my mind,
That I should run away.

I've always hated slavery,
Since the day that I was born,
So I'm off to join the IRA,
And I'm off tomorrow morn.

[Chorus]
Oh, we're off to Dublin in the green, in the green,
Where the helmets glittered in the sun,
Where the Stater shot MacGrath and Harte,
With the help of the British guns.

[Verse]
Oh, I'll leave behind my old grey coat,
I'll leave behind my plough,
I'll leave behind my horse and yoke,
For no more I'll need them now.

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

There's one I leave behind me,
The coolean I adore
I wonder will she think of me,
When she hears them cannons roars.

But 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.

[Chorus]
Oh, we're off to Dublin in the green, in the green,
Where the helmets glittered in the sun,
Where the Stater shot MacGrath and Harte,
With the help of the British guns.