[Verse]
Oh, I am a merry ploughboy,
And I plough the fields by day,
Till a sudden thought came though my mind,
That I should run away.

Well I'm sick and tired of slavery,
Since the day that I was born,
Well I'm off to join the IRA,
I'm off tomorrow morn.

[Chorus]
Well we're all off to Dublin in the green, (Fuck the Queen!)
Where the helmets glisten in the sun, (Fuck the Huns!)
Where the bayonets clash, the rifles flash,
Through the echo of a Thompson gun.

[Verse]
Well I'll leave aside my pick and my spade,
I'll leave behind my plough,
And I'll leave aside my old grey mare,
No more I'll need her now.

Well I'll leave aside my Mary,
She's the girl that I do adore,
Well I wonder if she'll think of me,
When she hears the Armalite roar.

[Chorus]
Well we're all off to Dublin in the green, (Fuck the Queen!)
Where the helmets glisten in the sun, (Fuck the Huns!)
Where the bayonets clash, the rifles flash,
Through the echo of a Thompson gun.

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

[Chorus]
Well we're all off to Dublin in the green, (Fuck the Queen!)
Where the helmets glisten in the sun, (Fuck the Huns!)
Where the bayonets clash, the rifles flash,
Through the echo of a Thompson gun.

[Verse]
Well some men they fight for silver,
Well some men they fight for gold,
But the IRA are fighting for,
The land that the bastards stole.

[Chorus]
Well we're all off to Dublin in the green, (Fuck the Queen!)
Where the helmets glisten in the sun, (Fuck the Huns!)
Where the bayonets clash, the rifles flash,
Through the echo of a Thompson gun.