Irish traditional song lyrics — collected by Beer Belly Band.
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 sick and tried of slavery, since the day that I was born
And we’re off to see the IRA and we’re off tomorrow morn
Chorus:
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 my pick and spade, I’ll leave aside my plough
I’ll leave aside my horse and yoke, I no longer need them now
But I’ll take my short revolver and my bandoleer all so
And with me comrades by my side, I’ll face the foreign foe
Chorus
I’ll leave aside my Mary, she’s the girl that I adore
And I wonder will she think of me when she hears the rifles roar
And when the war is over and dear old Ireland’s free
I’ll take her to the church to wed and a rebel’s wife she’ll be
Chorus
Well some men fight for silver and some men fight for gold
But the IRA is fighting for the land that the Saxon’s stole
Chorus