The Merry Plough Boy
The Merry Plough Boy
Well I am a merry ploughboy
And I plough the fields by day
Till a sudden thought came through my mind
That I should run away.
For I’m tired of this civilian life
Since the day that I was born
So I’m off to join the I.R.A.
And im off to morrow morn
And were of to Dublin in the green in the green
Where the helmets glisten in the sun
Where the bayonets flash and the rifles crash
To the echo of a thompson gun
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 them now
And were of to Dublin in the green in the green
Where the helmets glisten in the sun
Where the bayonets flash and the rifles crash
To the echo of a thompson gun
I’ll leave aside my Mary
She’s the girl I do adore
And I wonder if she’ll think of me
When she hears the cannon roar
And were of to Dublin in the green in the green
Where the helmets glisten in the sun
Where the bayonets flash and the rifles crash
To the echo of a thompson gun
And when the war is over
And dear old Ireland’s free
I will take her to the church to wed
And a rebel’s wife she’ll be
And were of to Dublin in the green in the green
Where the helmets glisten in the sun
Where the bayonets flash and the rifles crash
To the echo of a thompson gun
Well some men fight for silver
And some men fight for gold
But the I.R.A. are fighting for
The land the Saxon’s stole
And were of to Dublin in the green in the green
Where the helmets glisten in the sun
Where the bayonets flash and the rifles crash
To the echo of a thompson gun
