1. I am a green on the green boy, And I'm here to sing to you And in case you didn't know it, I'm Irish thru and thru. 2. No matter where I chance to roam, Over land or sea or sky Beneath the orange, white and green, For Ireland, boys, I'll die! Refrain: 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 a Thompson gun. 3. I am a merry ploughboy And I ploughed the fields all day Till a sudden thought came to my head That I should roam away. 4. For I'm tired of civilian life Since the day that I was born So I'm off to join the IRA And I'm off tomorrow morn.

Alternate Refrain: And we're off to Dublin with the green on the green And the bayonets glitterin' in the sun And the Tans they fly like lightnin' from The rattle of me Thompson gun! 5. I'll leave aside my pick and spade, I'll leave aside my plough I'll leave aside my old grey mare, No more I'll need them now. 6. And I'll leave aside my Mary, She's the one that I adore I wonder if she'll think of me When she hears the rifles roar. 7. I'll take my Sharps revolver And my bandolero so And with my comrades by my side, We'll fight a foreign foe! 8. I had a girl I left behind, And her name was Mary, dear And I hope that she proves true to me Whenever I'm not near.

9. And when the 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.

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