The Merry Ploughboy — текст песни (Wolfetones, The)

Oh i am a merry ploughboy,
And i plough the feilds all day,
`Till a sudden thought came to my mind,
That i should roam away.

For im tired of this civilian life,
Since the day that i was born,
So im off to join the IRA,
And im off tomorrow morn`.

And were all off to Dublin in the green,
Where the helmets glisten in the sun,
Where the bay`nets clash,
and rifles crash,
to the echo of the thompson gun.

I`ll leave aside my pick and spade,
I`ll leave aside my plough,
Oh ill leave aside my horse and yoke,
For no more i`ll need them now.

And i leave aside my MAry,
She is the girl i do adore,
And i wonder if,
She thinks of me when she hears that canon roar.

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 rattle of a Thompson gun.

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
Well some men fight for silver and some men fight for gold
But the I.R.A. are fighting for the land that 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 rattle of a Thompson gun.