Lyrics The Merry Ploughboy - Cu Chulainn

The Merry Ploughboy

Oh i am a merry ploughboy,
And i plough the feilds by day,
'Till a sudden thought came to my mind,
That i should roam away.
For I’ve always hated slavery,
Since the day that i was born,
So im off to join the IRA,
And im off tomorrow morn'.
So were all off to Dublin in the green,
Where the helmets glisten in the sun,
Where the bay’nets flash,
and rifles crash,
to the echo of a thompson gun.
I’ll leave behind my pick and spade,
I’ll leave behind my plough,
Oh i’ll leave behind my horse and yoke,
For no more i’ll need them now.
I’ll put on my short revolver
and my bandoller of lead
for to live or die I can but try
to avenge my country’s dead
So were all off to Dublin in the green,
Where the helmets glisten in the sun,
Where the bay’nets flash,
and rifles crash,
to the echo of a thompson gun.
And i leave behind my Mary,
She is the girl i do adore,
And i wonder if,
She thinks of me when she hears the rifles roar.
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 bay’nets flash and the riffles crash
To the echo of a Thompson gun.
Well some men fight for silver and some men fight for gold
But the I.R.A.
are fighting for the land 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 bay’nets flash and the riffles crash
To the echo of a Thompson gun.
And we’re all off to Dublin in the green, in the green
Where the helmets glisten in the sun
Where the bay’nets flash and the riffles crash
To the echo of a Thompson gun.