The Patriot Game

Come all ye young rebels, enlist while I sing

For love of one's land is a terrible thing

It banishes fear with the speed of a flame

And makes us all part of the patriot game

My name is O'Hanlon, I've just gone sixteen

My home is in Monaghan, there I was weaned

I learned all my life, cruel England to blame

And so I'm a part of the patriot game

This island of mine has for long been half free

Six counties are under John Bull's monarchy

But still De Valera is greatly to blame

For shirking his part in the patriot game

Come all ye young rebels, enlist while I sing

For love of one's land is a terrible thing

It banishes fear with the speed of a flame

And makes us all part of the patriot game