The Merry Ploughboy

	  		
verse 1: 
       C            G7                                     C 
Well I am the merry ploughboy, and I plough the fields all day. 
      G7                                            C 
Till sudden came across my mind, that I should run away 
                      G7                                C 
See I’ve always hated slavery, since the day that I was born. 
        G7                                          C 
So, I´m off to join the I.R.A. and I´m off tomorrow morn 


          C                   G7  
So we´re off to Dublin in the green, in the green,  
                                   C 
With the helmets glistening in the sun 
          G7  
Where the bayonets flash and the rifles crash  
                          C 
To the echo of a Thompson Gun 


verse 2: 
       C             G7                                      C 
I’ll leave behind my old gray coat, and I’ll leave behind my plough. 
      G7                                                         C 
And I leave behind my horse and yoke, for no more I´ll need them now 
                         G7                          C 
And I’ll take my short revolver, and my bandolier of lead 
    G7                                                 C 
And live or die, I can but try, to avenge my country’s dead 

 
          C                   G7  
So we´re off to Dublin in the green, in the green,  
                                   C 
With the helmets glistening in the sun 
          G7  
Where the bayonets flash and the rifles crash  
                          C 
To the echo of a Thompson Gun 


verse 3: 
         C               G7                           C 
And I’ll leave behind my Mary, She’s the girl that I adore 
      G7                                                         C 
And I wonder what she’ll think of me, when she hears the cannons roar 
                    G7                   C 
And when the war is over, and Ireland is free 
       G7                                                       C 
I will take her to the church to wed, and a rebel’s wife she’ll be 


          C                    G7  
So we´re off to Dublin in the green, in the green,  
                                   C 
With the helmets glistening in the sun 
          G7  
Where the bayonets flash and the rifles crash  
                          C 
To the echo of a Thompson Gun