The Patriot Game chords by Dominic Behan

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      G
Come all ye young rebels, and list while I sing,
         G
For the love of one's country is a terrible thing.
    Em
It banishes fear with the speed of a flame
       G
And it makes us all part of the patriot game.

   G
My name is O'Hanlon, and I've just turned sixteen.
    G
My home is in Monaghan, where I was weaned.
   Em
I learned all my life cruel England to blame,
    G
So now I am part of the patriot game.


       G
This Ireland of ours has too long been half free;
     G
Six counties lie under John Bull's tyranny.
     Em
But still De Valera is greatly to blame
    G
For shirking his part in the patriot game.


      G
They told me how Connolly was shot in his chair,
     G
His wounds from the fighting all bloody and bare.
     Em
His fine body twisted, all battered and lame;
      G
They soon made me part of the patriot game.


   G
I don't mind a bit if I shoot down police
          G
They are lackeys for war, never guardians of peace
    Em
And yet at deserters I'm never let aim
     G
The rebels who sold out the patriot game.


      G
It's nearly two years since I wandered away
          G
With the local battalion of the bold IRA,
      Em
I've read of our heroes, and I wanted the same,
    G
To play out my part in the patriot game.


     G
And now as I lie here, my body all holes,
   G
I think of those traitors who bargained in souls
      Em
And I wish that my rifle had given the same
          G
To those quislings who sold out the patriot game.