Collection of Irish Song Lyrics
Merry Ploughboy a.k.a. Jolly Ploughboy
CHORUS
We're off to Dublin in the green In the green,
Where the helmets glisten in the sun
Where bayonets flash and rifles clash
To the echoes of a Thompson Gun.
oh I am a merry ploughboy
I plough the fields all day,
But then the thought came to my head
That I should run away
I've always hated slavery since the day that I was born
And I'm off to join the I.R.A. I'm tomorrow morn. CHORUS
I'll leave behind my pick and spade
I'll leave behind my plough
I'll leave behind my old grey mare
I'll no longer need them now
I'll take my short revolver
and my bandoller of lead
and do or die I can try
to avenge my country's dead CHORUS
I'll leave behind my Mary
she's the one that I adore
I wonder if she'll think of me
when she hears those cannons 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
