The Merry Ploughboy I am a merry ploughboy I plough the fields all day, But a notion came into my head That I should run away I'm tired of civilian life, since the day that I was born And I'm off to join the I.R.A. I'm tomorrow morn. cho: We're off to Dublin in the green In the green, Where the helmets glisten in the sun Where bayonets flash and rifles clash To the echoes of a Thompson Gun. ML Apr98
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