The Patriot Game

Come all you young rebels
And list while I sing
For the love of one's country
Is a terrible thing
It banishes fear with
The speed of a flame
And it makes us all part of
The Patriot Game
My name is O'Hanlon
And I've just turned sixteen
My home is in Monaghan
'Tis where I was weaned
I learned all my life
Cruel England to blame
That's why I'm a part of
The Patriot Game
It's barely two years now
Since I wandered away
With the local battalion
Of the bold IRA
I'd read of our heroes
And I wanted the same
For to play up my part in
The Patriot Game
They told me how Connolly
Was shot in the chair
His wounds from the fighting
All bleeding and bared
His fine body twisted
All battered and lame
They soon made him part of
The Patriot Game
And now as I lie here
My body all holed
I think of those traitors
Who bargained and sold
I wish that my rifle
Had given the same
To those quislings who sold out
The Patriot Game
To those quislings who sold out
The Patriot Game