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.
My name is O'Hanlon, and I've just turned sixteen.
My home is in Monaghan, and where I was weaned
I learned all my life cruel England's to blame,
So now I am part of the patriot game.
of ours now has long been half free.
Six counties are under John Bull's tyranny.
So we gave up our boyhood to drill and to train
To play our own part in the Patriot game.
They told me
how Connolly was shot in his 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.
two years since I wandered away
With the local battalion of the bold IRA,
For I read of our heroes, and wanted the same
To play out my part in the patriot game.
And now as I
lie here, my body all holes
I think of those traitors who bargained in souls
And I wish that my rifle had given the same
To those Quislings who sold out the patriot game
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