Judy Collins — The Patriot Game

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Judy Collins - The Patriot Game


CAPO: 1st Fret




[Intro]
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[Verse 1]
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Come all ye young rebels, and list while I sing
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For the love of one's country___ is a terrible thing
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It banishes fear with the speed of a flame
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And it makes us all a part of the patriot game


[Verse 2]
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My name is O'Hanlon and I've just gone sixteen
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My home is in Monaghan, where I was weaned
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I've learned all my life, cruel England to blame
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And so I'm a part of the patriot game


[Verse 3]
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It's nearly two years since I wandered away
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With the local battalion___ of the bold IRA
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I've read of our heroes, and I wanted the same
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To play out my part in the patriot game


[Verse 4]
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They told me how Connolly was shot in the chair
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His wounds from the battle all bleeding and bare
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His fine body twisted, all battered and lame
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They soon made me part of the patriot game


[Verse 5]
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This Ireland of ours has for long been half free
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Six counties are under John Bull's tyranny
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So I gave up my boyhood___ to drill and to train
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To play my own part in the patriot game


[Verse 6]
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And now as I lie here, my body all holes
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I think of those traitors who bargained in souls
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I wish that my rifle had given the same
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To those quislings who sold out the patriot game