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WellD I am a merryA ploughboy And I Gplough the Afields byD day Till aA sudden thought came through my mind That I shouldA7 run aDway. ForD I'm tired of thisA civilian life Since theG day that AI wasD born So I'mA off to join the I.R.A. And im off toGmorrowD morn
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AndD were of to Dublin in the Agreen in the green Where the Ghelmets Aglisten in theD sun Where the Abayonets flash and the rifles crash To the Aecho of a A7Thompson Dgun
I'll leave aside my pick and spade I'll leave aside my plough And I'll leave aside my old grey mare For no more I'll need them now I'll leave aside my Mary She's the girl I do adore And I wonder if she'll think of me When she hears the cannon roar And when the war is over And dear old Ireland's free I will take her to the church to wed And a rebel's wife she'll be Well some men fight for silver And some men fight for gold But the I.R.A. are fighting for The land the Saxon's stole