Come all you rebels and list while I sing,
For the love of one's country is a beautiful thing,
And 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 and that's where I was wean,
I learned all my life that cruel England's to blame,
So now I am part of the patriot game.

And this island of ours has to long been half free,
Six counties still under John Bull's tyranny,
And still de Valera is greatly to blame,
For shirking his part in the patriot game.

And they told me how Connolly was shot in the chair,
And his wounds from the battle all bleeding and bare,
And his fine body twisted, all battered and lame,
They soon made me part of the patriot game.

And it's nearly two years since I wandered away,
With the local battalion of the bold IRA,
For I'd read of our heroes and I wanted the same,
Just 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,
And I wish that my rifle had given the same,
To the bastards who sold out the patriot game,
Come all you rebels and list while I sing.