Come all ye young 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 turned sixteen
My home is in Monaghan, That's where I was weaned
And I was taught all my life time cruel England to blame
So now I am part of the patriot game

They told me how Connolly was shot in the chair
His wounds from the fighting all bloody and bare

His fine body twisted, all battered and lame
It soon madе me part of the patriot game

This Irеland of ours has for long been half free;
Six counties still under John Bull's tyranny

So I gave up my childhood to drill and to train
And played my own part in the patriot game

It's nearly two years since I wandered away
With the local battalion of the bold IRA
Sure I've 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 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 you young rebels, come list while I sing