Lyrics:

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

My name is O'Hanlon, and I've gone turned sixteen
My home is in Monaghan, and where I was weaned
I been told all my life cruel England's to blame
So I am part of the patriot game

It's barely 2 years since I wandered away
With a local battalion of the bold IRA
I've read of old heroes I've wanted the same
For to play up my pardon, the Patriot's game

This island of ours has for long been half-free
Six counties are under John Bull's tyranny
And most of our leaders are greatly to blame
For shrinking their part in the Patriot's game

They told me O'Connolly was shot in his chair
His wound from the battle are bleeding and bare
His fine body twisted, all battered and lame
They soon made me part of the Patriot's game

Now I am dying, my body all holes
I think of those traitors who bargained and sold
I'm sorry my rifle has not gone the same
For the quislings who sold out the patriot game