Liam's Patriot Game

Susan Lohr



Come all ye young rebels,

And list while I sing;

Behold Liam Clancy ---

What a terrible thing!

His voice it is fading

His guitar hand is lame,

With his passion for singing

The Patriot Game.



He showed us great promise

At the age of nineteen;

Such a talented young man

Has rarely been seen.

But the theater's abandoned,

He's not been the same,

Since somebody taught him

The Patriot Game.



Alone on the stage,

In the bright spotlights' glow,

He seems to be puzzled

But audiences know

The tune that's forthcoming ---

It's always the same:

"He's going to give us

The Patriot Game!"



The policemen of Ulster

Are savage and cruel;

One Paddy for breakfast

Has long been the rule.

Perhaps they will catch him,

Perhaps they can tame

His passion for singing

The Patriot Game.



He sought out the old songs

In valley and glen;

It seems that he never

Will do it again.

Years hence on his tombstone

We'll carve but his name,

And the words, "Died of singing

The Patriot Game."



@music @parody

see also PATGAME1

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