Off To Dublin In The Green:Abbey Tavern Singers.
#40 Adult Contemp. & #94 on Hot 100 in 1966.

#1.
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I am a merry ploughboy and I ploughed the fields all day.
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Till a sudden thought came into my head, that I should 
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roam away.
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For I'm tired of civilian life, since the day that I was born.
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So, I´m off to join the I.R.A. and I´m off tomorrow morn.

CHORUS:
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So, we´re off to Dublin' in the green, in the green,
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where the helmets glisten in the sun.
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Where the bayonets flash and the rifles crash to the
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echo of a Thompson Gun.

#2.
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Oh, I leave behind my old gray home, I leave behind my plough.
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And I leave behind my old gray mare, for no more I´ll need 'em now.
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And I leave behind my Mary, she´s the one that I adore.
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And I wonder will she think of me, when she hears the rifles roar.

CHORUS:
D                               A
So, we´re off to Dublin' in the green, in the green,
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where the helmets glisten in the sun.
          A
Where the bayonets flash and the rifles crash to the
                   D
echo of a Thompson Gun.

#3.
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Oh, some men fight for silver and some men fight for gold.
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But the I.R.A. are fighting for the land the Saxons stole.

CHORUS:
D                               A
So, we´re off to Dublin' in the green, in the green,
                                 D
where the helmets glisten in the sun.
          A
Where the bayonets flash and the rifles crash to the
                   D
echo of a Thompson Gun.

#4.
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And when the war is over and dear old Ireland's free.
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I will take her to the church to wed, a rebel's wife she´ll be.

CHORUS:
D                               A
So, we´re off to Dublin' in the green, in the green,
                                 D
where the helmets glisten in the sun.
          A
Where the bayonets flash and the rifles crash to the
                   D
echo of a Thompson Gun.


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