САРО I
Intro:
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 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 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 and sold.
I wish that my rifle had given the same,
To those quislings who sold out the patriot game.