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