CAPO: 1 


Intro: C  G  D  G 

verse 1: 
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Come all ye young rebels, and list while I sing 
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For the love of one's country___ is a terrible thing 
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It banishes fear with the speed of a flame 
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And it makes us all a part of the patriot game 


verse 2: 
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My name is O'Hanlon and I've just gone sixteen 
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My home is in Monaghan, where I was weaned 
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I've learned all my life, cruel England to blame 
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And so I'm a part of the patriot game 


verse 3: 
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It's nearly two years since I wandered away 
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With the local battalion___ of the bold IRA 
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I've read of our heroes, and I wanted the same 
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To play out my part in the patriot game 


verse 4: 
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They told me how Connolly was shot in the chair 
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His wounds from the battle all bleeding and bare 
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His fine body twisted, all battered and lame 
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They soon made me part of the patriot game 


VERSE 5: 
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This Ireland of ours has for long been half free 
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Six counties are under John Bull's tyranny 
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So I gave up my boyhood___ to drill and to train 
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To play my own part in the patriot game 


VERSE 6: 
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And now as I lie here, my body all holes 
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I think of those traitors who bargained in souls 
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I wish that my rifle had given the same 
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To those quislings who sold out the patriot game