Текст песни

Come all you young rebels
and list while I sing

The love of one's country
is a terrible thing

It banishes fear with
the speed of a flame

And makes us all part of
the patriot game

My name is O'Hanlon
I've just turned sixteen

My home is in Monaghan
where I was weaned

I've learned all my life
injustice to blame

And so I am part of
the patriot game

It's barely two years since
I wandered away

With a local battalion
of the old IRA

They told me of heroes
I wanted the same

To play a great part in
the patriot game

Where is the young man
this earth ever taught

Whose life is less sacred
than all the old fraught

Whose boyhoods less lovely
whose visions less fate

Than the old men who paid for
the patriot game

And now I am dying
my body all holes

I think of the old men
who bargained and sold

I'm sorry my rifle
had not done the same

To the rebels who sold out
the patriot game

End