The Patriot GameFor 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'Hanlon, I've just gone sixteen. My home is in Monaghan, that's where I was weaned I learned all my life cruel England's to blame, And now I am part of the patriot game. This Ireland of ours has for long been half free. Six counties are under John Bull's tyranny. And most of our leaders are greatly to blame For shirking their part in 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 battered and lame That soon made me part of the patriot game. It's nearly two years since I wandered away With the local battalion of the bold IRA, For I read of our heroes, and wanted the same To play out my part in the patriot game. And now as I lie here, my body all holes I think of those traitors who bargained and sold I wish that my rifle had given the same To those quislings who sold out the patriot game. Repeat last line |