Oh, I am a merry ploughboy and I plough the fields all day
Till a sudden thought came to my head, that I should roam away
For I'm sick and tired of slavery since the day that I was born
And I'm off to join the IRA and I'm off tomorrow morn
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And we're all off to Dublin in the green, in the green Where the helmets glisten in the sun Where the bay'nets flash and the rifles crash To the rattle of the Thompson gun
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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
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And when the war is over and dear old Ireland is free
I'll take her to the church to wed and a rebel's wife she'll be
Well, some men fight for silver and some men fight for gold
But the IRA are fighting for the land that the Saxons stole
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Traditional. Performed by The Dubliners.