[Verse]
I am a jolly ploughboy,
And I plough the fields all day,
Until the thought came to my mind,
That I should be away.

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

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

[Verse]
I'll leave behind my pick and spade,
I'll leave behind my plough,
I'll leave behind the old grey mare,
For I'll never need it now.

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

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

[Verse]
I'll leave behind me Mary,
She's the girl I do adore,
And I wonder if she'll think of me,
When she hears the cannon roar.

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

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

[Outro]
To the echo of a Thompson gun,
To the echo of a Thompson gun.