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The Patriot Game ukulele

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    The Patriot Game by Dominic Behan
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dominic_Behan




      F       F        F        G            F
Come all ye young rebels, and list while I sing,
         G             F            Am        F
For the love of one's country is a terrible thing.
    G        F             Am         Am
It banishes fear with the speed of a flame
       F             F   F      G       F
And it makes us all part of the patriot game.


   F         F   F             G              F
My name is O'Hanlon, and I've just turned sixteen.
    G          F         Am           F
My home is in Monaghan, where I was weaned.
   G              F          Am         Am
I learned all my life cruel England to blame,
    F        F    F      G       F
So now I am part of the patriot game.


       F         F    F        G              F
This Ireland of ours has too long been half free;
     G            F          Am          F
Six counties lie under John Bull's tyranny.
     G         F         Am        Am
But still De Valera is greatly to blame
    F             F   F       G       F
For shirking his part in the patriot game.


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


   F            F   F     G         F
I don't mind a bit if I shoot down police
          G           F          Am           F
They are lackeys for war, never guardians of peace
    G         F           Am        Am
And yet at deserters I'm never let aim
     F          F    F       G        F
The rebels who sold out the patriot game.


      F          F     F        G       F
It's nearly two years since I wandered away
          G     F                Am    F
With the local battalion of the bold IRA,
      G           F             Am         Am
I've read of our heroes, and I wanted the same,
    F           F   F       G       F
To play out my part in the patriot game.


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


(this is my first UG submission so please rate and comment if made a mistake. thanks)

            
            
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