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Thread #44455   Message #4098708
Posted By: Joe Offer
21-Mar-21 - 11:10 PM
Thread Name: Origins: Patriot Game
Subject: DT Correction: Patriot Game
I attempted a side-by-side comparison with the DT lyrics above, but the version from Behan himself has significant differences that can't be compared side-by side, so I was unhappy with the results.
These are the lyrics from Dominic Behan's book, Ireland Sings, published in 1973 by Music Sales Corporation, New York (Song #68)

PATRIOT GAME
(Dominic Behan)

Come all you young rebels, and list while I sing,
For love of one's land is a terrible thing.
It banishes fear with the speed of a flame,
And makes us all part of the Patriot Game.

My name is O'Hanlon, and I'm just gone sixteen.
My home is in Monaghan, there I was weaned
I learned all my life cruel England to blame,
And so I'm a part of the patriot game.

It's barely a year since I wandered away
With the local battalion of the bold I.R.A.,
I read of our heroes and wanted the same
To play up my part in the Patriot Game.

They told me how Connolly was shot in his a chair,
His wounds from the fighting all bloody bleeding and bare.
His fine body twisted, all battered and lame
They soon made me part of the patriot game.

This Ireland of mine has forlong been half free.
Six Counties are under John Bull's Monarchy.
But still De Valera is greatly to blame
For shirking his part in the Patriot Game.

I don't mind a bit if I shoot down police
They are lackeys for war never guardians of peace,
But at deserters I'm never let aim
The rebels who sold out the Patriot Game.


And now as I lie here, my body all holes
I think of those traitors who bargained and sold
I'm sorry my rifle has not done the same
For those Quislings who sold out the Patriot Game.