(The Helicopter Song)
[Chorus]
And it's up like a bird, it's over the city,
"Three men are missing", I heard a warder cry,
"It must have been a bird that flew into the prison,
Or one of these new ministers", says the warder in the Joy.

[Verse]
Early one morning as the branchmen they were sleeping,
A little helicopter flew across the sky,
Down into the yard where some prisoners were walking,
"Get ready for inspection", says the warder in the Joy.

[Chorus]
And it's up like a bird, it's over the city,
"Three men are missing", I heard a warder cry,
"It must have been a bird that flew into the prison,
Or one of these new ministers", says the warder in the Joy.

[Verse]
Down in the yard through the pushing and the shoving,
Three of the prisoners climbed upon the bird,
Up and away she went into the grey skies,
"I think that someone escaping", says the warder in the Joy.

[Chorus]
And it's up like a bird, it's over the city,
"Three men are missing", I heard a warder cry,
"It must have been a bird that flew into the prison,
Or one of these new ministers", says the warder from Mountjoy.

(Slievenamon)
Alone, all alone by the wave washed strand,
And alone in a crowded hall,
The hall it is gay and the waves they are grand,
But my heart is not here at all,
It flies far away by night and by day,
To the times and the joys that are gone,
But I never will forget the sweet maiden I met,
In the valley near Slievenamon.

It was not the grace of her queenly air,
Nor her cheek of the roses' glow,
Nor her soft black eyes nor her flowing hair,
Nor was it her lily white brow,
Twas the soul of truth and of melting ruth,
And the smile like a summer's dawn,
That stole my heart away one soft summer's day,
In the valley near Slievenamon,
In the valley near Slievenamon.

(The Merry Ploughboy)
[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
I'll be off tomorrow morn.

[Chorus]
And we'll be off to Dublin in the green, (In the green!)
Where the helmets glisten in the sun,
And where the bayonets flash, the 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,
And I'll aside my old grey mare,
No more will I need her now.

And I leave aside my Mary,
She is the girl I do adore,
And I wonder if she thinks of me,
When she hears the cannon roar.

[Chorus]
And we'll be off to Dublin in the green, (In the green!)
Where the helmets glisten in the sun,
And where there the bayonets flash, the rifles crash,
To the echo of a Thompson gun.

[Chorus]
And we'll be off to Dublin in the green, (In the green!)
Where the helmets glisten in the sun,
And where there the bayonets flash, the rifles crash,
To the echo of a Thompson gun.