Come all you rebels and list while I sing,
For the love of one's country is a beautiful thing,
It banishes fear like the speed of a flame,
And it makes us all part of the patriot game.

My name is O'Hanlon, I've just gone 16,
My home is in Monaghan, twas there I was weaned,
I've learned all my life, cruel England to blame,
So now I'm a part of the patriot game.

It's barely two years since I wandered away,
With a local battalion of the bold IRA,
I'd read of our heroes and I wanted the same,
For to play my own part in the patriot game.

This island of ours has for long been half free,
Six counties are under John Bull's tyranny,
And most of our leaders are greatly to blame,
For shirking their part in the patriot game.

They told me how Connolly was shot in a chair,
The wounds from the battle all bloodied and bare,
His fine body twisted, all tortured and lame,
And 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 and sold,
I wish that my rifle had given the same,
To those bastards who sold out the patriot game.

So, come all you rebels and list while I sing,
For the love of one's country is a beautiful thing,
It banishes fear like the speed of a flame,
And it makes us all part of the patriot game.