The Patriot Game 
          
(Key C/D) 
                                       
Intro First line 1 2 3 1 2 3 C F C G C 
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Come all ye young reb-els, and list while I sing, 
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For the love of one's count-ry is a terr-ib-le thing. 
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It ban-ish-es fear with the speed of a flame, 
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And it makes us all part of the pat-ri-ot game. 
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My name is O'-Han-lon, I've just gone six-teen. 
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My home is in Mon-agh-an, that's where I was weaned 
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I learned all my life cru-el Eng-land's to blame, 
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And now I am part of the pat-ri-ot game. 
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This Ire-land of ours has for long been half free. 
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Six coun-ties are un-der John Bull's ty-rann-y. 
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And most of our lead-ers are great-ly to blame 
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For shirk-ing their part in the Pat-ri-ot game. 
                                       
Change Key to D Repeat Intro D G D A D 
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They told me how Conn-oll-y was shot in his chair, 
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His wounds from the batt-le all bleed-ing and bare. 
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His fine body twist-ed, all batt-ered and lame 
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That soon made me part of the pat-ri-ot game. 
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It's near-ly two years since I wand-ered a-way 
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With the loc-al batt-al-ion of the bold IRA, 
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For I read of our her-oes, and want-ed the same 
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To play out my part in the pat-ri-ot game. 
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And now as I lie here, my bod-y all holes 
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I think of those trait-ors who barg-ained and sold 
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I wish that my rif-le had giv-en the same 
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To those quis-lings who sold out the pat-ri-ot game. 
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To those quis-lings who sold out the pat-ri-ot game. 
                         
Arranged by Frank Lennon