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|Come all you young||reb||els and||list while I||sing,|
|For||love of one's||land 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'm just gone sixteen
My home is in Monaghan, there I was weaned
I was taught all my life cruel England to blame
And so I'm a part of the patriot game.
'Tis barely two years since I wandered away
With the local battalion of the bold IRA;
I read of our heroes and wanted the same,
To play up my part in the patriot game.
They told me how Connolly was shot in a chair,
His wounds from the battle all bleeding and bare,
His fine body twisted, all battered and lame,
They soon made him part of the patriot game.
I joined a battalion from dear Bally Bay,
And gave up my boyhood so happy and gay,
For now as a soldier I'd drill and I'd train
To play my full part in the patriot game.
This Ireland of mine has for long been half free,
Six counties are under John Bull's tyranny.
And still De Valera is greatly to blame
For shirking his part in the patriot game.
I don't mind a bit if I shoot down police,
They're lackeys for war never guardians of peace
But yet at deserters I'll never let aim
Those rebels who sold out the patriot game.
And now as I lie with my body all holes,
I think of those traitors who bargained and sold.
I'm sorry my rifle has not done the same,
For the quisling who sold out the patriot game.
Words & Music by Dominic Behan
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TRO-ESSEX MUSIC, INC., New York, controls all
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