(Off to Dublin)
[Verse 1]
For I am a merry ploughboy
And I plough the fields by day
'Till a sudden thought came to my mind
That I should run away
For I'm sick and tired of slavery
Since the day that I was born
And I'm off to join the IRA
And I'm off tomorrow morn

[Chorus]
And we're all Off to Dublin in the green (in the green)
With our helmets glistening in the sun
Where the bayonets flash, and the rifles crash
To the echo of a Thompson Gun

[Verse 2]
I leave aside my pick and spade
I leave aside my plough
I will leave aside my horse and yoke
For no more I need them now
Oh, but I'll take my short revolvеr
And my bandoleer of lead
And I live or die, I can but try
To avеnge our country's dead
[Chorus]
And we're all Off to Dublin in the green (in the green)
With our helmets glistening in the sun
Where the bayonets flash, and the rifles crash
To the echo of a Thompson gun

[Verse 3]
Well now some men fight for silver
Ay, and some men fight for gold
Oh, but the IRA are fighting for
The land that the Saxons stole

[Chorus]
And we're all Off to Dublin in the green (in the green)
With our helmets glistening in the sun
Where the bayonets flash, the rifles crash
To the echo of a Thompson Gun

(Broad Black Brimmer)
[Verse 1]
There's a uniform that's hanging in
What's known as "Father's Room"
A uniform so simple in its style
Oh well it has no braid of gold or silk, no hat with feather bloom
Yet me mother has preserved all the while
One day she made me try it on, a wish of mine for years
"Some memory of your father, Seán" she said
And as she placed the Sam Browne on, she was smiling through her tears
She placed the Broad Black Brimmer on me head
[Chorus]
It's just a Broad Black Brimmer
With ribbons frayed and torn
By the carelessness of many about a breeze
An old trench coat that's so battle-stained and worn
And ridges almost almost threadbare at the knees

[Post-Chorus]
A Sam Browne belt with a buckle big and strong
And a holster that's been empty manys a day (but not for long!)
For men claim Ireland's freedom
The one to choose to lead them
Will wear the Broad Black Brimmer of the IRA

[Verse 2]
'Twas the uniform been worn by me father long ago
When he reached me mother's homestead on the run
'Twas the uniform me father worn that little church below
When 'oul Father Mac, he blessed the pair as one
And after truce and treaty and the parting of the way
He wore it when he marched out with the rest (and the best!)
And as they poured his body down, the rugged heathers brae
They placed the Broad Black Brimmer on his chest

[Chorus]
It's just a Broad Black Brimmer
With ribbons frayed and torn
By the carelessness of many about a breeze
An old trench coat that's so battle-stained and worn
And ridges almost almost threadbare at the knees
[Post-Chorus]
A Sam Browne belt with a buckle big and strong
And a holster that's been empty manys a day (but not for long!)
For men claim Ireland's freedom
The one to choose to lead them
Will wear the Broad Black Brimmer of the IRA

(Provo Lullabye)
[Chorus]
Ah, now can't you hear
The bullets comin'?
Usher that a Provo's Lullabye
So now go to sleep
My weary Provo
Ah, let the time go driftin' by
And oh, can't you hear
The bullets comin'?
Usher that a Provo's Lullabye

[Verse 1]
Sure, I know the peelers give you trouble
But, sure they cause trouble everywhere
And some day (some day!)
You'll die and go to heaven
And there be no policemen there

[Outro]
So now go to sleep
My weary Provo
Ah, let the time go driftin' by
And oh, can't you hear
The bullets comin'? (after him!)
Usher that a Provo's Lullabye
So now go to sleep
My weary Provo
Ah, let the time go driftin' by
And now can't you hear
The bullets comin'? (after bloody him!)
Ah, now that's a Provo's Lullabye
Ah, now can you hear
The bullets comin'? (capture him!)
Sure, that's a Provo's Lullabye