And I plough the fields by[D] day

Till a[A] sudden thought came through my mind

That I should[A7] run a[D]way.

For[D] I'm tired of this[A] civilian life

Since the[G] day that I was[D] born

So im[A] off to join the I.R.A.

And im off to[G]morrow[D] morn

 

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And[D] were of to[A] Dublin in the green in the green

Where the helmets glisten in the[D] sun

Where the bayonets[A] flash and the rifles crash

To the echo of a[A7] thompson[D] gun

 

I'll leave asise 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