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 flame,
And 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, 'tis where I was weaned
I learned all my life cruel England's to blame,
That's why I am 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
They told me how Connolly was shot in his chair,
His wounds from the fighting all bloody and bare
His fine body twisted, all battered and lame
They soon made me part of the patriot game
And now as I lie here, my body all holes
I think of those traitors who bargained in souls
And I wish that my rifle had given the same
To those Quislings who sold out the patriot game
To those Quislings who sold out the patriot game