The Patriot Game chords by Dominic Behan

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

  G
My name is O'Hanlon, and I've just turned sixteen.
  G
My home is in Monaghan, where I was weaned.
  Em
I learned all my life cruel England to blame,
  G
So now I am part of the patriot game.


    G
This Ireland of ours has too long been half free;
   G
Six counties lie under John Bull's tyranny.
   Em
But still De Valera is greatly to blame
  G
For shirking his part in the patriot game.


   G
They told me how Connolly was shot in his chair,
   G
His wounds from the fighting all bloody and bare.
   Em
His fine body twisted, all battered and lame;
   G
They soon made me part of the patriot game.


  G
I don't mind a bit if I shoot down police
     G
They are lackeys for war, never guardians of peace
  Em
And yet at deserters I'm never let aim
   G
The rebels who sold out the patriot game.


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


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