I am a jolly poughboy
And I play the fields all day
Until the thought came to my mind
That I should be away

I've always hated slavery
Since the day that I was born
And I'm off the join the IRA
And I'm off tomorrow morn

For we're off the Dublin in the green, in the green
Where the helmets glisten in the sun
Where the bayonets flash and rivals crash
To the echoes of a Thompson gun

I live behind my pick and spade
I live behind my plough
I live behind my old grey mare
For I never needed nowt

I'll take my short revolver
And my bandolier of lead
I'll live or die I can but try
To avenge my Countries dead

For we're off the Dublin in the green, in the green
Where the helmets glisten in the sun
Where the bayonets flash and rivals crash
To the echoes of a Thompson gun

I'll live behind my Mary
She is the girl that I adore
And I wonder if she'll think of me
When she hears the cannon's roar

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

For we're off the Dublin in the green, in the green
Where the helmets glisten in the sun
Where the bayonets flash and rivals crash
To the echoes of a Thompson gun

The echoes of a Thompson gun
the echoes of a Thompson gun...
