[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'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,
Where the bayonets flash, rifles crash,
To the echo of a Thompson gun.

[Verse]
I'll leave aside my pick and spade
I'll leave aside my plough
And I'll leave aside my old grey mare,
For no more I'll 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,
Where the bayonets flash, 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,
Where the bayonets flash, rifles crash,
To the echo of a Thompson gun.