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The Patriot Game

Artist:The Dubliners  Album:In Concert 

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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 you a 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

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