Patriot Game Come all you young 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'm just gone sixteen. My home is in Monaugh and where I was weaned. I've learned all my life cruel England's to blame And so I'm a part of the Patriot Game.   It's barely two years since I wandered away With the local battalion of the bold IRA. I read of our heroes and I wanted the same To play out my part in the Patriot Game.   This island of ours has for long been half free. Six counties are under John Bull's tyranny. So I gave up my boyhood to drill and to train To play my own part in the Patriot Game.   And now as I lie here my body all holes I think of those traitors who bargained and sold. I wish that my rifle had given the same To those Quislings who sold out the Patriot Game.