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I [G] am a merry [D] ploughboy and I [C] ploughed the [D] fields all [G] day
'Till a [D] sudden thought came to my mind that I should [C] roam [G] away
Well I've always hated [D] slavery since the [C] day that [D] I was [G] born
So I'm off to join the [D] IRA and I'm off [C] tomorrow [G] morn.
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And we're off to Dublin in the [D] green, in the green
Where the [C] helmets [D] glisten in the [G] sun
Where the [D] bayonets flash and the rifles crash (or: slash an orange sash)
To the echo of the [C] Thompson [G] 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.
Now some men they fight for silver
And some men they fight for gold
But the IRA are fighting for
The land that the saxons stole.
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