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                                 The Merry Ploughboy
                                                       CAPO   2  

          C            G7                                  C
          I am a merry ploughboy, and I plow the fields by day,
                        G7                                         C
          Till a sudden thought came to my mind, that I should run away,
                                G7                                C
          Now I've always hated slavery, since the day that I was born,
                 G7                                        C 
          So I'm off to join the IRA, and I'm off tomorrow morn.


          (CHORUS:)

          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.

          Now I leave aside my old gray coat, and I leave aside my plough,
          And I leave aside my horse and yoke, no more I'll need them now.
          And I'll take my short revolver, and my bandolier of lead,
          And live or die I can but try to avenge my countries dead.


          CHO:

          Now there's one I leave behind me, she's the coleen I adore,
          And I  wonder will she think  of me, when she  hears them cannons
          roar,
          Ah, but when the war is over, and when dear old Ireland's free,
          I will take  her to the church  to wed, and a  rebels wife she'll
          be.

          CHO: