[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 run away.

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

[Chorus]
So we're all off to Dublin in the green, in the green,
With our helmets glistening 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,
And I'll leave behind my plough,
I'll leave behind my horse and yoke,
For no more I'll need them now.

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

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

[Verse]
I'll leave aside me Mary,
She is the girl I do adore,
And I wonder will she think of me,
When she hears the rifles roars.

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

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

[Verse]
Now some men fight for silver,
And others they fight for gold,
But the IRA is fighting for,
The land the Saxons stole.

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

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