Testo Off To Dublin In The Green

Off To Dublin In The GreenOh I am a merry ploughboyand I ploughed the fields all day´Till a sudden thought came to my mindthat I should roam awayFor I´m sick and tired of slaverysince the day that I was bornAnd I´m off to join the I.R.A.and I´m off tomorrow morn.And we´re all off to Dublinin the green, in the greenWhere the helmets glisten in the sunWhere the bayonets flashand the rifles crashTo the echo of the Thompson Gun.I´ll leave aside my pick and spadeand I´ll leave aside my ploughI´ll leave aside my old grey marefor no more I´ll need them nowAnd I´ll take my short revolverand my bandoleer of leadI´ll do or die I can tryto avenge my country´s dead.I´ll leave aside my Maryshe´s the girl I do adoreAnd I wonder will she think of mewhen she hears the rifles roarAnd when the war is overand old Ireland she is freeI will take her to the church to wedand a rebels wife sh´ell be.