Fergal O Hanlon Memorial Lecture
The Lecture Will Begin At 3pm
This Theme for this year is the Hunger Strikes of 1981 and will be Delivered By Former Hunger Striker Raymond Mc Cartney and will take place In The 4 Seasons Hotel Armagh Rd Monaghan
Vol Fergal O Hanlon
THE PATRIOT GAME
Come all you Young Rebels And List' While I Sing
For the Love of one's Country 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'Ve Just gone 16
My Home is In Monaghan And Where I Was Weened.
I Was Taught All my Life Cruel England to blame.
And now I'm a part of the Patriot Game.
They Told Me How Connolly was shot in the Chair
His Wounds from the battle all bleeding and bare,
His Fine Body Twisted allbattered and Lame,
They Soon Make Him Part of The Patriot Game.
This Island Of Mine Has for Long Been Half Free,
6 counties are under John Bull's tyranny.
And still deVlaera Is greatly to Blame, For
Shirking his part in the Patriot Game.
I Dont Mind a bit ifI Shoot down the police,
They're Lackies for war Never Guardians of Peace.
But Yet at Deserters I'm never Let aim Those
Rebels who Sold Out The Patriot Game.
And Now As I Lie Here with 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
Fergal Ohanlon Monument Monaghan
Oh Hark to the tale of young Fergal o Hanlon who died in Brookeborough to make Ireland Free for his heart he had pledged to the cause of his country and he took to the hills like a bold rapparee.
And he feared not to walk to the walls of the Barracks a volley of death poured from the window and door Alas for youg fergal, his life's blood for freedom on Brookeborough's pavements profusely did pour.
When the Smoke and the din of the battle where overand fergal was bourne by his comrades awayHe asked them to flyfrom that place and take cover but he died in the hands of the foe on that day.
God Strike from your hands, all you hirelings and traitors The wepons that murdered our brave volunteer,
God Grant to us Freedom the Dream of OHanlon,
And Take From our Valleys, All Sorrow and fear.