Now I am a jollyy ploughboy,
And I plough the feilds all day,
'Till a sudden thought came to my mind
That i should run away

Now I've always hated slavery
Since the day that i was born
So I'm off to join the I.R.A.
And I'm off tomorrow morn'

So were all off to Dublin in the green, in the green
Where the helmets glisten in the sun
Where the bayonets clash and rifles crash
To the echo of the thompson gun

Now I leave aside my old red bull
I'll leave aside my plough
And I'll leave aside my horse and yoke
For no more I'll need them now

And I'll take my sharps revolver
And my bandolero red
And live or die I can but try
To avenge my country's dead

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 riffles crash
To the rattle of a Thompson gun

Now there's one I leave behind me
She is the Coleen I adore
And i wonder if she thinks of me
When she hears them canons roar

And when the war is over
And when dear old Ireland is free
I will take her to the church to wed
And a rebel's wife she'll be

So 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 riffles crash
To the echo of a Thompson gun

So 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 riffles crash
To the echo of a Thompson gun.
