Patriot Game, The
| Dominic Behan |
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| Come all you young rebels and list while I sing For love of ones land is a terrible thing It banishes fear with the speed of a flame And makes us all part of the patriot game My name is O'Hanlon, I'm just gone sixteen My home is in Monaghan there I was weaned I learned all my life cruel England to blame And so I'm part of the patriot game It's barely a year since I wandered away With the local battalions of the bold IRA I read of our heroes and wanted the same To play up my part in the patriot game They told me how Connolly was shot in a chair His wounds from the fighting all bleeding and bare His fine body twisted all battered and lame They soon made me part of the patriot game This Ireland of mine has for long been half-free Six Counties are under John Bull's Monarchy But still DeValera is greatly to blame For shirking his part in the patriot game I don't mind a bit if I shoot down police They are lackeys for war never guardians of peace And yet at deserters I'm never let aim The rebels who sold out the patriot game And now as I lie with my body all holes I think of those traitors who bargained and sold I'm sorry my rifle has not done the same For the Quislings who sold out the patriot game This page has been viewed 5841 times |
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