INТRО:
VERSE 1:
Come all ye 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 a part of the patriot game
VERSE 2:
My name is О'Hanlon and I've just gone sixteen
My home is in Monaghan, where I was weaned
I've learned all my life, cruel England to blame
And so I'm a part of the patriot game
VERSE 3:
It's nearly two years since I wandered away
With the local battalion of the bold IRA
I've read of our heroes, and I wanted the same
To play out my part in the patriot game
VERSE 4:
They told me how Connolly was shot in the chair
His wounds from the battle all bleeding and bare
His fine body twisted, all battered and lame
They soon made me part of the patriot game
VERSE 5:
This Ireland of ours has for long been half free
Six counties are under John Bull's tyranny
So I gave up my boyhood to drill and to train
To play my own part in the patriot game
VERSE 6:
And now as I lie here, my body all holes
I think of those traitors who bargained in souls
I wish that my rifle had given the same
To those quislings who sold out the patriot game