The Dubliners – The Patriot Game (Guitar)

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by Dominic Behan This song was written as a tribute to Fergal O'Hanlon https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fergal_O%27Hanlon [Intro] G 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 love of one's country is a terrible thing.

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It banishes fear like the speed of a flame

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And it makes you a part of the patriots game.
[Verse 2]
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My name is O'Hanlon, I've just gone sixteen.

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My home is in Monaghan, there I was weaned.

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I been told all my life cruel England to blame,

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So I am part of the patriots game.
[Verse 3]
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'Tis barely two years since I wandered away

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With the local battalion of the bold I-R-A,

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I've read of our heroes, I've wanted the same,

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For to play up my part in the patriots game.
[Verse 4]
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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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And most of our leaders are greatly to blame

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For shirking their part in the patriots game.
[Verse 5]
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They told me how Connolly was shot in his chair,

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His wounds from the battle all bleeding and bare.

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His fine body twisted, all tattered and lame

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They soon made me part of the patriots game.
[Verse 6]
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Now I am dying, my body all holes,

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I think of those traitors who bargained and sold.

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I'm sorry my rifle has not done the same

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For the quislings who sold out the patriots game.