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LIAM'S PATRIOT GAME (Susan Lohr) Come all ye young rebels, And list while I sing; Behold Liam Clancy --- What a terrible thing! His voice it is fading His guitar hand is lame, With his passion for singing The Patriot Game. He showed us great promise At the age of nineteen; Such a talented young man Has rarely been seen. But the theater's abandoned, He's not been the same, Since somebody taught him The Patriot Game. Alone on the stage, In the bright spotlights' glow, He seems to be puzzled But audiences know The tune that's forthcoming --- It's always the same: "He's going to give us The Patriot Game!" The policemen of Ulster Are savage and cruel; One Paddy for breakfast Has long been the rule. Perhaps they will catch him, Perhaps they can tame His passion for singing The Patriot Game. He sought out the old songs In valley and glen; It seems that he never Will do it again. Years hence on his tombstone We'll carve but his name, And the words, "Died of singing The Patriot Game." @music @parody see also PATGAME1 filename[ PATGAME2 TUNE FILE: PATGAME CLICK TO PLAY RG |
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