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To: Jorj X Mckie who wrote (2829)	11/25/2009 5:52:03 PM
From: SmoothSail	Respond to of 23934

Know the word well. It's in the song "The Patriot Game," which has an interesting story behind it: From Wiki: The Patriot Game is an Irish ballad that critically examines the posture of the IRA during the 1950s. The song is set in the period following World War II when the IRA launched a new campaign to bring about the reunification of Northern Ireland (which is currently part of the United Kingdom) with the Republic of Ireland into an independent united Ireland. It was written by Dominic Behan (younger brother of playwright Brendan Behan), the tune adapted from an earlier folksong, The Merry Month Of May. The song tells the story of Fergal O'Hanlon, an IRA Volunteer from Ballybay, County Monaghan, who achieved minor fame for taking part in an attack on Brookeborough Royal Ulster Constabulary barracks in County Fermanagh on 1 January 1957. O'Hanlon was killed in the attack at the age of 20. This incident took place during the IRA's failed mid-century "Border Campaign" (1956 - 1962). The attack was devised and led by Sean Garland, an IRA man from Dublin. Another volunteer, Seán South from Limerick, was also killed during the raid. The song is perhaps one of the most famous to emerge from the Irish nationalist struggle and is immensely popular amongst the IRA, as well as other groups. The Patriot Game has been recorded by numerous artists, including the Kingston Trio, The Bluebells, Judy Collins, Bob Dylan, The Dubliners and The Clancy Brothers. Dylan allegedly also used the tune when writing his song With God on Our Side. Behan called Dylan a plagiarist and a thief, by claiming the melody as an original composition, in an attempt to goad him into a lawsuit. Behan's argument has some merit, especially when one compares the structure of the song's lyrics; it becomes clear that Dylan lifted the structure of Behan's song to make the song relevant to the America of the Vietnam War era. Dylan's refusal to credit Behan's work (particularly the lyrical structure) was the main issue at stake and, in response, Behan took the view that the provenance of Dylan's entire body of work must be questioned. Behan also took issue with the Clancy Brothers, who chose not to sing the verses which sanctioned the murders of Irish police officers or which criticised Éamon de Valera : This Ireland of mine has for long been half free, Six counties are under John Bull's tyranny. And still de Valera is greatly to blame For shirking his part in the patriot game. Behan's contempt of the Clancy Brothers was exacerbated by what he saw as their political shallowness which tended to render the traditional message of the Irish ballad somewhat less powerful in their hands. Behan later became close friends with Sean Garland, officiating as the best man at Garland's wedding. Garland gave the eulogy at Behan's funeral in 1989. [edit] Lyrics Come all ye 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 it makes us all part of the patriot game. My name is O'Hanlon, and I've just turned sixteen. My home is in Monaghan, where I was weaned. I learned all my life cruel England to blame, So now I am part of the patriot game. This Ireland of ours has too long been half free; Six counties lie under John Bull's tyranny. But still De Valera is greatly to blame For shirking his part in the patriot game. They told me how Connolly was shot in his chair, His wounds from the fighting all bloody and bare. His fine body twisted, all battered and lame; They soon made me part of the patriot game. I don't mind a bit if I shoot down police They are lackeys for war, never guardians of peace And yet at deserters I'm never let aim The rebels who sold out the patriot game. It's nearly two years since I wandered away With the local battalion of the bold IRA, I've read of our heroes, and I wanted the same, To play out my part in the patriot game. And now as I lie here, my body all holes, I think of those traitors who bargained in souls And I wish that my rifle had given the same To those quislings who sold out the patriot game.