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 Come all ye 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've just turned sixteen.

 My home is in Monaghan, where I was weaned.

 I learned all my life cruel England to blame,

 So now I am part of the patriot game.

 This Ireland of ours has too long been half free;

 Six counties lie under John Bull's tyranny.

 But still De Valera is greatly to blame

 For shirking his part in the patriot game.

 They told me how Connolly was shot in his chair,

 His wounds from the fighting all bloody and bare.

 His fine body twisted, all battered and lame;

 They soon made me part of the patriot game.

 I don't mind a bit if I shoot down police

 They are lackeys for war, never guardians of peace

 And yet at deserters I'm never let aim

 The rebels who sold out the patriot game.

 It's nearly two years since I wandered away

 With the local battalion of the bold IRA,

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

 To play out my part in the patriot game.

 And now as I lie here, my body all holes,

 I think of those traitors who bargained in souls

 And I wish that my rifle had given the same

 To those quislings who sold out the patriot game.

(this is my first UG submission so please rate and comment if made a mistake. thanks)