Come all ye rebels, come 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 makes us all part of the patriot game.

My name is O'Hanlon, I've just turn sixteen,
My home is in Monaghan, that's where I was weaned,
And I taught all my lifetime, cruel England to blame,
So now I'm a part of the patriot game.

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

This island of ours has for long been half free,
And six counties are under John Bull's tyranny,
So I gave up my childhood to drill and to train,
And play my own part in the patriot game.

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

But now as I lie here, my body all holes,
And I think of the 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 you rebels, come list while I sing.