Songtext von Off To Dublin In The Green

I am a merry ploughboy and I ploughed the fields all day Till a sudden thought Came into my head That I should roam away For I'm tired of 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 So we're off 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 Oh, I leave behind My old gray home I leave behind my plough And I leave behind My old gray mare For no more I'll need 'em now And I leave behind my Mary She's the one that I adore And I wonder will She think of me when she Hears the rifles roar So we're off 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 Oh, some men fight for silver And some men fight for gold But the I.R.A. are fighting for The land the Saxons stole So we're off 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 And when the war is over And dear old Ireland's free I will take her to the church to wed A rebel's wife she'll be So we're off 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