| lyric | Come all you young rebels and list’ I sing.
For the love of one’s country’s 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 and I've justturned sixteen.
My home is in Monaghan where I was weaned.
I've learned all my life cruel Engfand's to“ blame,
So now I am part of the Patriot game.
It's nearly two years since Iwandered away.
With the local battalion of the bold I.R.A.
For I read of those heroes and wanted the same.
To play my part in the Patriot Game.
Now as I lie here, my body all holes.
I think of those traitors who bargained and sold.
Iwish that my rifle had given the same,
To those quislings who sold out the Patriot Game. |