Oh I am the merry ploughboy and I plough the fields all day
Till a sudden thought came to me mind that I should run away.
Well I'm sick and tired of slavery since the day that I was born
So I'm off to join the I.R.A. and I'm off tomorrow morn.

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 clash
To the echo of a Thompson gun.

I'll leave aside me pick and spade, and I leave aside me plough
I'll leave aside me old grey mare, for no more I'll need them now.
And I'll leave aside me Mary, she's the girl that I adore
Well I wonder if she'll think of me when she hears the cannons roar.

And when this 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 I.R.A. are fighting for the land that the Saxons owned.