The Dubliners – Off To Dublin In The Green (Guitar)

Capo 2
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Chords

[Verse 1]
G            D                                     G
I am a merry ploughboy and I plough the fields all day

       D                                                   G
Till a sudden thought came to my head, that I should roam away

                          D                                 G
For I'm sick and tired of slavery, since the day that I was born

        D                                           G
And I´m off to join the I.R.A. and I´m off tomorrow morn
[Chorus]
G                                   D                                                   G
And we´re all off to Dublin in the green, in the green where our helmets glisten in the sun

          D                                                               G
Where the bayonets flash and the rifles crash to the rattle of a Thompson gun
[Verse 2]
G                   D                                G
I'll leave aside me pick and spade, I leave aside me plough

     D                                                    G
I'll leave aside me horse and yoke, I no longer need them now

                    D                            G
I'll leave aside me Mary, she´s the girl that I adore

      D                                                       G
And I wonder if she'll think of me, when she hears the rifles roar
[Chorus]
G                                   D                                                   G
And we´re all off to Dublin in the green, in the green where our helmets glisten in the sun

          D                                                               G
Where the bayonets flash and the rifles crash to the rattle of a Thompson gun
[Verse 3]
G                   D                           G
And when the war is over and dear old Ireland's free

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

                       D                             G
Oh, some men fight for silver and some men fight for gold

        D                                                G
But the I.R.A. are fighting for the land that the Saxons stole
[Chorus]
G                                   D                                                   G
And we´re all off to Dublin in the green, in the green where our helmets glisten in the sun

          D                                                               G
Where the bayonets flash and the rifles crash to the rattle of a Thompson gun