Misc Unsigned Bands - Abbey tavern singers - off to dublin in the green

^CI am a merry ^Gploughboy and I ploughed the fields all ^Cday. Till a ^Gsudden thought came into my head, that I should roam a^Cway. ^CFor I'm tired of ^Gcivilian life, since the day that I was ^Cborn. So, I´m^G off to join the I.R.A. and I´m off tomorro^Cw morn.

^CSo, we´re off to Dublin' in the^G green, in the green, where the helmets glisten in the ^Csun. Where the ^Gbayonets flash and the rifles crash to the echo of a Thompson ^CGun.

^COh, I leave behind my ^Gold gray home, I leave behind my ^Cplough. And I ^Gleave behind my old gray mare, for no more I´ll need 'em^C now. ^CAnd I leave behind my ^GMary, she´s the one that I ^Cadore. And I ^Gwonder will she think of me, when she hears the rifles ^Croar.

^CSo, we´re off to Dublin' in the^G green, in the green, where the helmets glisten in the ^Csun. Where the ^Gbayonets flash and the rifles crash to the echo of a Thompson ^CGun.

^COh, some men fight for ^Gsilver and some men fight for ^Cgold. But the ^GI.R.A. are fighting for the land the Saxons ^Cstole.

^CSo, we´re off to Dublin' in the^G green, in the green, where the helmets glisten in the ^Csun. Where the ^Gbayonets flash and the rifles crash to the echo of a Thompson ^CGun.

^CAnd when the war is ^Gover and dear old Ireland's ^Cfree. I will ^Gtake her to the church to wed, a rebel's wife she´ll^C be.

^CSo, we´re off to Dublin' in the^G green, in the green, where the helmets glisten in the ^Csun. Where the ^Gbayonets flash and the rifles crash to the echo of a Thompson ^CGun.