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 us all part of the patriot game. 

My name is O'Hanlon, and I've just turned sixteen. 
My home is in Monaghan, and where I was weaned 
I learned all my life cruel England's 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 patriot game. 

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



I added a photo i took myself at the Fegal O'Hanlon Monument in Monaghan, with I.R.A colour party, i was actually supposed to take part in the parade but someone generously gave me a black eye and a fat lip in a fracas in belfast, and couldn't take part .