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The video is of Wolfehound, Just voicc, guitar, and tin whistle-Thats all you need really.
[G]Come all ye young[C] re[G]bels, and[D] list while I [G]sing,
For the[C] love of one's[G] country is a[Bm] terrible
[G]thing.
It[C] banishes fear with the[Bm] speed of a[G] flame,
And it makes us all [C]part of the[D] patriot[G] 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.
And now as I lie here, my body all holes
I think of those traitors who bargained in
souls
And I wish that my rifle had given the same
To those Quislings who sold out the patriot game.
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| Funeral of Fergal O'Hanlon-Oration by Liam Kavanagh |
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