Misc Traditional – Jolly Ploughboy (Guitar)

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Well, I am a merry ploughboy, and I plough the fields by day,

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Till a sudden thought came to my mind, that I should run away,

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Now I've always hated slavery, since the day that I was born,

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So I'm off to join the IRA, and I'm off tomorrow morn.

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So, we're off to Dublin, in the Green in the Green,

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Where the helmets glisten in the sun,

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Where the bayonets flash and the rifles crash,

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To the echo of a Thompson gun.

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Now I leave aside my old gray coat, and I leave aside my plough,

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And I leave aside my horse and yoke, no more I'll need them now.

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And I'll take my short revolver, and my bandolier of lead,

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And live or die I can but try to avenge my country's dead.

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So, we're off to Dublin, in the Green in the Green,

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Where the helmets glisten in the sun,

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Where the bayonets flash and the rifles crash,

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To the echo of a Thompson gun.

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Now there's one I leave behind me, she's the coleen I adore,

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And I wonder will she think of me, when she hears them cannons roar,

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Ah, but when the war is over, and when dear old Ireland's free,

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I will take her to the church to wed, and a rebel's wife she'll be.

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So, we're off to Dublin, in the Green in the Green,

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Where the helmets glisten in the sun,

                   A
Where the bayonets flash and the rifles crash,

                 A7       D
To the echo of a Thompson gun.