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

For I'm tired of this civilian life,
Since the day that I was born,
And I'm off to join the IRA,
And I'm off tomorrow morn.

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