Billy Behen
Come all you young rebels and list while we 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`Hannon and I`ve just gone sixteen. My home is in Monaghan where I was weaned.
I`ve learned all my life cruel England`s to blame and so I`m a part of the patriot game.
It`s barely two years since they wandered away and it was with the local battalion of the bold IRA
For they`d read of our heroes and they wanted the same to play their own part in the patriot game.
This Ireland of ours has for long been half-free. Six counties are under John Bull`s tyranny.
So, we gave up our boyhood to drill and to train and play our own part in the patriot game.
And now as I lie here, my body all holes, I think of those traitors who bargained in souls.
I wish that my rifle had given the same to those Quislings who sold out the patriot game.