(The Merry Ploughboy)
[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.

(The Broad Black Brimmer)
[Verse]
Well, there's a uniform that's hanging in what's known as father's room,
A uniform so simple in its style,
Well, it has no braid of gold or silk, no hat with feathered plume,
Yet me mother has preserved it all the while.

One day she made me try it on, a wish of mine for years,
"It's in memory of your father, son", she said,
And as she placed the Sam Browne on, she was smiling through her tears,
She placed the broad black brimmer on me head.

[Chorus]
It's just a broad black brimmer, with it's ribbons frayed and torn,
By the careless whisk of manys a mountain breeze,
An old trench coat that's so battle-stained and worn,
And breeches almost threadbare at the knees.

A Sam Browne belt with a buckle big and strong,
And a holster that's been empty manys a day, (But not for long!)
For when men claim Ireland's freedom, the one she'll choose to lead them,
Will wear the broad black brimmer of the IRA.

[Verse]
Twas the uniform being worn by me father long ago,
When he reached me mother's homestead on the run,
Twas the uniform me father wore in that little church below,
When old Father Mac, he blessed the pair as one.

And after truce and treaty and the parting of the way,
He wore it when he marched out with the rest, (And the best!)
And as they bore his body down that rugged heathers brae,
They placed the broad black brimmer on his breast.

[Chorus]
It's just a broad black brimmer, with it's ribbons frayed and torn,
By the careless whisk of manys a mountain breeze,
An old trench coat that's so battle-stained and worn,
And breeches almost threadbare at the knees.

A Sam Browne belt with a buckle big and strong,
And a holster that's been empty manys a day, (But not for long!)
For when men claim Ireland's freedom, ah, the one she'll choose to lead them,
Will wear the broad black brimmer of the IRA.

(Provo's Lullaby)
[Intro]
Ah, now can't ye hear the bullets humming?
Ah, sure that's a Provo's Lullaby.

[Chorus]
So, now go to sleep my weary Provo,
Ah, let the time go drifting by,
Ah, now, can't you hear the bullets humming?
Ah, sure that's a Provo's Lullaby.

[Verse]
Sure, I know the peelers give you trouble,
But, sure they cause trouble everywhere,
And some day you'll die and go to heaven,
And there be no policemen there.

[Chorus]
So, now go to sleep my weary Provo,
Ah, let the time go drifting by,
Ah, now, can't you hear the bullets humming?
Ah, sure that's a Provo's Lullaby.

[Chorus]
So, now go to sleep my weary Provo,
Ah, let the time go drifting by,
Ah, now, can't you hear the bullets humming?
Ah, now that's a Provo's Lullaby.

[Outro]
Ah, now can't ye hear the bullets humming?
Sure that's a Provo's Lullaby.