Come all you 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'm just gone sixteen My home is in Monaghan where I was weaned I've learned all my life cruel England to blame And so I'm a part of the Patriot Game
It's barely two years since I wandered away With the local battalion of the bold IRA I'd read of our heroes and I wanted the same To play up my part in the Patriot Game
This island of ours has for long been half-free Six counties are under John Bull's tyranny So I gave up my boyhood to drill and to train To play my own 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.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
