Off To Dublin In The Green

I am a merry plough boy and
I plough the fields all day
'Til a sudden thought came to my head
that I shoulda roam away
But I'm sick and tired of slavery
since the day that I was born
And I'm off to join the I.R.A.
and I'm off tomorrow mornin'
And we're all off 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 rattle of the Thompson Gun
I'll leave aside me pick and spade,
I'll leave aside a me plough
I'll leave aside me horse and dear,
I no longer have need them now
I'll leave aside me Mary, she's the girl that I adore
And I wonder if she'll think of me
when she hears the rifles roar
And we're all off 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 rattle of the Thompson Gun
And when the war is over and dear old Ireland is free
I will take her to the church to wed and
a rebel's a-wife she'll be
While some men fight for silver and some men fight for gold
But the I.R.A. are fighting for the land that the Saxon stole
And we're all off 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 rattle of the Thompson Gun
Off To Dublin In The Green - The Dubliners