THE PATRIOT GAME

Dominic Behan

 

[G] Come all ye young [C] re[G]bels, and [D] list while I [G] sing,

For the [C] love of one's [G] country is a [Bm] terrible [G] thing.

It [C] banishes [G] fear with the [Bm] speed of a [G] flame,

And it makes us all [C] part [Bm] of the [D] patriot [G] 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.

 

This Ireland of ours has too long been half free.

Six counties lie under John Bull's tyranny.

So we gave up our boyhood for to drill and to train,

And play our own part in the Patriot game.

 

They told me how Connolly was shot in his chair,

His wounds from the fighting all bloody and bare.

His fine body twisted, all battered and lame,

They soon made me 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.

 

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.