Eire Og - The Patriot Game lyrics

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Come all ye young rebels, and list while I sing,For the love of one's country is a terrible thing.It banishes fear with the speed of a flameAnd it makes us all part of the patriot game.My name is O'Hanlon, and I've just turned sixteen.My home is in Monaghan, where I was reared.I learned all my life cruel England to blame,So now I am part of the patriot game.They told me how Connolly was shot in his chair,His wounds from the battle all bleeding and bare.His fine body twisted, all tortured and lame;They soon made me part of the patriot game.It's nearly two years since I wandered awayWith the local battalion of the bold IRA,I've read of our heroes, and I wanted the same,To play out my part in the patriot game.This Ireland of ours has for long been half free;Six counties still under John Bull's tyranny.But still De Valera is greatly to blameFor shirking his part in the patriot game.And now as I lie here, my body all holes,I think of those traitors who bargained in soulsAnd I wish that my rifle had given the sameTo those bastards that sold out the patriot game.So come all ye young rebels, and list while I sing,For the love of one's country is a terrible thing.It banishes fear with the speed of a flameAnd it makes us all part of the patriot game.