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Oh I am a merry ploughboy
and I ploughed the fields all day
�Till a sudden thought came to my mind
that I should roam away
For 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 morn.


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 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
And I�ll take my short revolver
and my bandoleer of lead
I�ll do or die I can try
to avenge my country�s dead.

I�ll leave aside my Mary
she�s the girl I do adore
And I wonder will she think of me
when she hears the rifles roar
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