Verse 1: G C9 G D G Come all ye young rebels, and list while I sing, C9 G Bm G For the love of one's country is a terrible thing. C9 G C9 Bm G It banishes fear with the speed of a flame, C9 G D G And it makes us all part of the patriot game. Verse 2: G C9 G D G My name is O'Hanlon, and I've just turned sixteen. C9 G C9 Bm G My home is in Monaghan, and where I was weaned C9 G C9 Bm G I learned all my life cruel England's to blame, C9 G D G So now I am part of the patriot game.
Verse 3: G C9 G D G This Ireland of ours has too long been half free. C9 G C9 Bm G Six counties lie under John Bull's tyranny. C9 G C9 Bm G But still De Valera is greatly to blame C9 G D G For shirking his part in the Patriot game. Verse 4: G C9 G D G They told me how Connolly was shot in his chair, C9 G C9 Bm G His wounds from the fighting all bloody and bare. C9 G C9 Bm G His fine body twisted, all battered and lame C9 G D G They soon made me part of the patriot game. Verse 5: G C9 G D G It's nearly two years since I wandered away C9 G C9 Bm G With the local battalion of the bold IRA, C9 G C9 Bm G For I read of our heroes, and wanted the same C9 G D G To play out my part in the patriot game. Verse 6: G C9 G D G And now as I lie here, my body all holes C9 G C9 Bm G I think of those traitors who bargained in souls C9 G C9 Bm G And I wish that my rifle had given the same C9 G D G To those Quislings who sold out the patriot game.
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