[Verse]
For 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'm sick and tired of slavery,
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.)
With our helmets glistening in the sun,
Where the bayonets flash and the rifles crash,
To the echo of a Thompson gun.

[Verse]
I leave aside my pick and spade,
I leave aside my plough,
I will leave aside my horse and yoke,
For no more I need them now.

Oh, but I'll take my short revolvеr,
And my bandoleer of lead,
And I live or die, I can but try,
To avеnge our country's dead.

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

[Verse]
Well, now some men fight for silver,
Aye, and some men fight for gold,
Ah, but the IRA are fighting for,
The land that the Saxons stole.

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