egon

happy st. patricks day ya wankers!

Oh, I am a merry ploughboy
and I plough the fields all day,
'Till a sudden thought came to my mind
that I should run away.
For I'm sick and tired of slavery
since the day that I was born,
So I'm off to join the I.R.A.
and I'm off tomorrow morn'.

And we're all 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.

I'll leave aside my pick and spade
And I'll leave aside my plough
And 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 bandolier of lead
And do or die I can but try
To avenge my country's dead.

And we're all 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.

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.
For some men fight for silver,
And some men fight for gold,
But the IRA is fighting for the land
That the Saxons stole.

And we're all 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.

And when the war is over
And dear old Ireland is free,
I'll take her to the church to wed
And a rebel's wife she'll be.

And we're all 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.