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THE MERRY PLOUGHBOY
Trad. Arr. Merry Ploughboys
 
Oh I am a merry ploughboy and I plough the fields all day
'Till a sudden thought came to my mind that I should roam away
For I'm sick and tired of civilian life since the day that I was born
And I'm off to join the I.R.A. and I'm off tomorrow morn.
 
Chorus:
And we're 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 echo of the Thompson Gun.
 
I'll leave aside my pick and spade and I'll leave aside my plough
I'll leave aside my old grey mare for no more I'll need them now
I'll leave aside my Mary she is the girl I do adore
And I wonder if she’ll think of me when she hears the cannon roar
 
Chorus.
 
And when the war is over and old Ireland she is free
I will take her to the church to wed and a rebels wife she'll be.
 
Chorus.