Jolly Ploughboy Misc. Traditional
[--] The Merry Ploughboy
[C]I am a merry [G7]ploughboy, and I plow the fields by [C]day,
Till a sudden [G7]thought came to my mind, that I should run [C]away,
Now I've always hated [G7]slavery, since the day that I was [C]born,
So I'm [G7]off to join the IRA, and I'm off tomorrow [C]morn.
So, we're 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.
Now I leave aside my old gray coat, and I leave aside my plough,
And I leave aside my horse and yoke, no more I'll need them now.
And I'll take my short revolver, and my bandolier of lead,
And live or die I can but try to avenge my countries dead.
Now there's one I leave behind me, she's the coleen I adore,
And I wonder will she think of me, when she hears them cannons
Ah, but when the war is over, and when dear old Ireland's free,
I will take her to the church to wed, and a rebels wife she'll