Merry Ploughboy


I am a merry ploughboy
And I plough the fields by day
Till a sudden thought came to my mind
That I should run away
For I’m tired of this civilian life
Since the day that I was born
So I’m off to join the I.R.A.
And I’m off tomorrow morn

And were of 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
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


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Easter Rising