Tablature jolly ploughboy - MISC IRISH

          



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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:

   


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 Jolly ploughboy, de Misc irish 

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