Patriot Game

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 gone sixteen.

My home is in Monaghan, where I was weaned.

I learned all my life cruel England's to blame,

So now I am part of the patriot game.

It's nearly 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.

I joined a battalion from dear Ballybay

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 ours has long been half free.

Six counties are under John Bull's tyranny.

But still De Valera is greatly to blame

For shirking his part in the Patriot game.

And now as I lie here, my body all holes

I think of those traitors who bargained and sold,

And I wish that my rifle had given the same,

To those Quislings who sold out the patriot game.

Slainte'

Blighter