Misc Unsigned Bands - Abbey tavern singers - off to dublin in the green

^DI am a merry ^Aploughboy and I ploughed the fields all ^Dday. Till a ^Asudden thought came into my head, that I should roam a^Dway. ^DFor I'm tired of ^Acivilian life, since the day that I was ^Dborn. So, I´m^A off to join the I.R.A. and I´m off tomorro^Dw morn.

^DSo, we´re off to Dublin' in the^A green, in the green, where the helmets glisten in the ^Dsun. Where the ^Abayonets flash and the rifles crash to the echo of a Thompson ^DGun.

^DOh, I leave behind my ^Aold gray home, I leave behind my ^Dplough. And I ^Aleave behind my old gray mare, for no more I´ll need 'em^D now. ^DAnd I leave behind my ^AMary, she´s the one that I ^Dadore. And I ^Awonder will she think of me, when she hears the rifles ^Droar.

^DSo, we´re off to Dublin' in the^A green, in the green, where the helmets glisten in the ^Dsun. Where the ^Abayonets flash and the rifles crash to the echo of a Thompson ^DGun.

^DOh, some men fight for ^Asilver and some men fight for ^Dgold. But the ^AI.R.A. are fighting for the land the Saxons ^Dstole.

^DSo, we´re off to Dublin' in the^A green, in the green, where the helmets glisten in the ^Dsun. Where the ^Abayonets flash and the rifles crash to the echo of a Thompson ^DGun.

^DAnd when the war is ^Aover and dear old Ireland's ^Dfree. I will ^Atake her to the church to wed, a rebel's wife she´ll^D be.

^DSo, we´re off to Dublin' in the^A green, in the green, where the helmets glisten in the ^Dsun. Where the ^Abayonets flash and the rifles crash to the echo of a Thompson ^DGun.