Billy BehennCome all you young rebels and list while we sing nFor the love of one's country is a terrible thingnIt banishes fear with the speed of a flame nAnd it makes us all part of the patriot gamennMy name is O'Hannon and I've just gone sixteennMy home is in Monaghan where I was weanednI've learned all my life cruel England's to blame nAnd so I'm a part of the patriot gamennIt's barely two years since they wandered away nAnd it was with the local battalion of the bold IRAnFor they'd read of our heroes and they wanted nThe same to play their own part in the patriot gamennThis Ireland of ours has for long been half-freenSix counties are under John Bull's tyrannynSo, we gave up our boyhood to drill nAnd to train and play our own part in the patriot gamennAnd now as I lie here, my body all holesnI think of those traitors who bargained in soulsnI wish that my rifle had given the same nTo those Quislings who sold out the patriot game