| lyric | Oh I am a mercy ploughboy
and I plough the fields all day.
Till a sudden thought came to my mind,
that I shopuld run away.
Well 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.
And I’m off to Dublin in the green
in the green where the helmets glisten in the sun.
Where the bay’nets flash and the riffles crash
to the echo of a Thompsom 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 leave aside my Mary,
She’s the girl that I adore
Well Iwonder if she’ll think of me;
When she hears the cannons roar
And when this war is over
And dear old Ireland’s free
I’ll take her to the church to wed
And a rebel’s wife she’ll be. |