The Patriot Game by Dominic Behan
G C G D GCome all ye young rebels, and list while I sing,
D G Bm GFor the love of one's country is a terrible thing.
D G Bm EmIt banishes fear with the speed of a flame
G C G D GAnd it makes us all part of the patriot game.
G C G D GMy name is O'Hanlon, and I've just turned sixteen.
D G Bm GMy home is in Monaghan, where I was weaned.
D G Bm EmI learned all my life cruel England to blame,
G C G D GSo now I am part of the patriot game.
G C G D GThis Ireland of ours has too long been half free;
D G Bm GSix counties lie under John Bull's tyranny.
D G Bm EmBut still De Valera is greatly to blame
G C G D GFor shirking his part in the patriot game.
G C G D GThey told me how Connolly was shot in his chair,
D G Bm GHis wounds from the fighting all bloody and bare.
D G Bm EmHis fine body twisted, all battered and lame;
G C G D GThey soon made me part of the patriot game.
G C G D GI don't mind a bit if I shoot down police
D G Bm GThey are lackeys for war, never guardians of peace
D G Bm EmAnd yet at deserters I'm never let aim
G C G D GThe rebels who sold out the patriot game.
G C G D GIt's nearly two years since I wandered away
D G Bm GWith the local battalion of the bold IRA,
D G Bm EmI've read of our heroes, and I wanted the same,
G C G D GTo play out my part in the patriot game.
G C G D GAnd now as I lie here, my body all holes,
D G Bm GI think of those traitors who bargained in souls
D G Bm EmAnd I wish that my rifle had given the same
G C G D GTo those quislings who sold out the patriot game.
(this is my first UG submission so please rate and comment if made a mistake. thanks)