verse 1: Well I am the merry ploughboy, and I plough the fields all day. Till sudden came across my mind, that I should run away See 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 So we´re off to Dublin in the green, in the green, With the helmets glistening in the sun Where the bayonets flash and the rifles crash To the echo of a Thompson Gun verse 2: I’ll leave behind my old gray coat, and I’ll leave behind my plough. And I leave behind my horse and yoke, for no more I´ll need them now And I’ll take my short revolver, and my bandolier of lead And live or die, I can but try, to avenge my country’s dead So we´re off to Dublin in the green, in the green, With the helmets glistening in the sun Where the bayonets flash and the rifles crash To the echo of a Thompson Gun verse 3: And I’ll leave behind my Mary, She’s the girl that I adore And I wonder what she’ll think of me, when she hears the cannons roar And when the war is over, and Ireland is free I will take her to the church to wed, and a rebel’s wife she’ll be So we´re off to Dublin in the green, in the green, With the helmets glistening in the sun Where the bayonets flash and the rifles crash To the echo of a Thompson Gun