[Verse]
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 tired of this 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,
Where the helmets glisten in the sun,
Where the bayonets slash and rifles crash,
To the echo of a Thompson gun.

[Verse]
Well I'll leave behind me pick and me spade,
And I'll leave behind my plough,
And I'll leave behind me horse and me cart,
For no more will I need them now.

And I leave behind my Mary,
She is the girl that I adore,
But I wonder if she'll think of me,
When she hears my Armalite roar.

[Chorus]
So we're all off to Dublin in the green,
Where the helmets they glisten in the sun,
Where the bayonets slash and rifles crash,
To the echo of the Thompson gun.

[Verse]
And when this war is over,
And dear old Ireland is free,
I'll take her to that chapel on the hill,
And a rebel's wife she'll be.

Well some men they fight for silver,
And some men fight for gold,
But the IRA are fighting for,
The land that the Saxons stole.

[Chorus]
So we're all off to Dublin in the green,
Where the helmets they glisten in the sun,
Where the bayonets slash and rifles crash,
To the echo of the Thompson gun.