The Patriot Game

Come all you young rebels and list while we 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’Hannon and I’ve just gone sixteen. My home is in Monaghan where I
was weaned
I’ve learned all my life cruel England’s to blame and so I’m a part of the
patriot game
It’s barely two years since they wandered away and it was with the local
battalion of the bold IRA
For they’d read of our heroes and they wanted the same to play their own part
in the patriot game
This Ireland of ours has for long been half-free. Six counties are under John
Bull’s tyranny
So, we gave up our boyhood to drill and to train and play our own part in the
patriot game
And now as I lie here, my body all holes, I think of those traitors who
bargained in souls
I wish that my rifle had given the same to those Quislings who sold out the
patriot game