(The Merry Ploughboy)
[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.

(Auf Wiedersehen To Crossmaglen)
[Chorus]
So auf wiedersehen to Crossmaglen,
Farewell to Carrickmore,
I have seen enough of Ireland boys,
And I won't be back for more!
No I won't be back for more!

[Verse]
The recruiting sergeant, he told me, "Son,
Well army life it is fine!",
But he did not mention the mortar bombs,
Or bloody claymore mines!

[Chorus]
So auf wiedersehen to Crossmaglen,
Farewell to Carrickmore,
I have seen enough of Ireland boys,
And I won't be back for more!
No I won't be back for more!

[Verse]
They told me of the German girls,
The discos every night,
But the only crack in South Armagh,
Comes from an Armalite!

[Chorus]
So auf wiedersehen to Crossmaglen,
Farewell to Carrickmore,
I have seen enough of Ireland boys,
And I won't be back for more!
No I won't be back for more!

[Verse]
Well I spent some time on the Toomebridge line,
Where I thought I'd know no fears,
Till a van-bomb it parked outside the Lisburn base,
And brought the barracks in round they're ears!

[Chorus]
So auf wiedersehen to Crossmaglen,
Farewell to Carrickmore,
I have seen enough of Ireland boys,
And I won't be back for more!
No I won't be back for more!

[Verse]
So farewell at last to West Belfast,
To the Markets and the Falls,
I quickly got the message there,
It was written on the wall! (Brits out!)

[Chorus]
So auf wiedersehen to Crossmaglen,
Farewell to Carrickmore,
I have seen enough of Ireland boys,
And I won't be back for more!
No I won't be back for more!

[Verse]
So come all you young lads, though in England you may be,
Signing on the brew,
Just stay well away from the IRA!
And they won't bother you.

[Chorus]
So auf wiedersehen to Crossmaglen,
Farewell to Carrickmore,
I have seen enough of Ireland boys,
And I won't be back for more!
No I won't be back for more!

(Our Day Will Come)
[Chorus]
Tiocfaidh ár lá! Our day will come!
A glorious day for Ireland's fighting sons,
The day will come, we will be free,
Tiocfaidh ár lá, the dawn of liberty.

[Verse]
It's been a long eight hundred years,
Of English scorn, of Irish tears,
And only freedom it will suffice,
We've made too long a sacrifice.

[Chorus]
Tiocfaidh ár lá! Our day will come!
A glorious day for Ireland's fighting sons,
The day will come, we will be free,
Tiocfaidh ár lá, the dawn of liberty.

[Verse]
And those who hold the power today,
A full account you'll have to pay,
To those held down by unjust laws,
Because they loved our freedom's cause.

[Chorus]
Tiocfaidh ár lá! Our day will come!
A glorious day for Ireland's fighting sons,
The day will come, we will be free,
Tiocfaidh ár lá, the dawn of liberty.

[Verse]
And those who make the prisons hell,
Who hold the key and lock the cells,
Your time will come, oh, it's longs you,
We'll have our chance to turn the screw.

[Chorus]
Tiocfaidh ár lá! Our day will come!
A glorious day for Ireland's fighting sons,
The day will come, we will be free,
Tiocfaidh ár lá, the dawn of liberty.

[Chorus]
Tiocfaidh ár lá! Our day will come!
A glorious day for Ireland's fighting sons,
The day will come, we will be free,
Tiocfaidh ár lá, the dawn of liberty,
Tiocfaidh ár lá, the dawn of liberty.