Come all ye 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 that's where I was weaned,
I've learned all my life, cruel England's to blame,
So now I am part of the patriot game.

They told me how Connolly was shot in a chair,
His wounds from the battle all bleeding and bare,
His fine body twisted, all tortured and lame,
That soon made me part of the patriot game.

It's nearly two years since I wandered away,
With a local battalion of the bold IRA,
For I read of our heroes and 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,
And most of our leaders are greatly to blame,
For failing their 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 those quislings who sold out the patriot game.

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