DCome all ye young GreDbels, and Alist while I Dsing, G D

For the Glove of one's DcounGtry is a Aterrible Dthing. G D

It Gbanishes Dfear Glike the Aspeed of a Dflame, G D

And it Dmakes us all Gpart Dof the Apatriot's Dgame.

My Dname is O'GHanDlon, and I've Ajust turned sixDteen. G D

My Ghome is in DMonagGhan, and Athere I was Dweaned G D

I was Gtold all my Dlife Gcruel AEngland's to Dblame, G D

So Dnow I am Gpart Dof the Apatriot's Dgame. G D

This DIreland of Gours Dhas too Along been half Dfree. G D

Six Gcounties lie DunGder John ABull's tyraDnny. G D

But Gstill De VaDleGra is Agreatly to Dblame G D

For Dshirking his Gpart Din the Apatriot's Dgame. G D

They Dtold me how CoGnnoDlly was Ashot in his Dchair, G D

His Gwounds from the DbaGttle all Ableeding and Dbare. G D

His Gfine body DtwisGted, all Abattered and Dlame G D

They Dsoon made me Gpart Dof the Apatriot's Dgame. G D

It's Dnearly two Gyears Dsince I Awandered aDway G D

With the Glocal baDttalGion of the Abold IRDA, G D

For I Gread of our DheGroes, and Awanted the Dsame G D

To Dplay out my Gpart Din the Apatriot's Dgame. G D

And Dnow as I Glie Dhere, my Abody all Dholes G D

I Gthink of those DtraiGtors who Abargained in Dsouls G D

And I Gwish that my DriGfle had Anot done the Dsame G D

To those DQuislings who Gsold Dout the Apatriot's Dgame. G D