Words: Roger Burton West
Music: Off To Dublin In The Green
Date: 28 November, 1995

I am a merry farmer and I tended tanks all day
'Till a sudden thought came to my mind that I should roam away
For I'm sick and tired of slavery since the day that I was born
So I'm off to kill a Terran and I'm off tomorrow morn.

And we're off to Marsport in the green, in the green
Where the world is going to war
Where the lasers flash and the payloads crash
To the crack of the striking Thor.

I'll leave aside my drill and scope and my samples of the core
I'll leave aside my drying rack for I'll never need them more
And I'll take my laser rifle and my toughest pressure suit
I'll do or die for I can try, my voice will not be mute

I will not leave my Mary, she's the girl I do adore
For she will fight beside me, we're all of us at war
And when this war is over and the Martian land is free
We'll take us to the church to wed and a rebel pair we'll be.