Michael Collins Lyrics - Cruachan

A volunteer in his nations struggle 

Another soldier in the G.P.O. 

The rising failed - our leaders captured 

The English grip would not let go 

But Michael would return to lead us 

In our fight to re-claim our lands 

The I.R.B. will march victorious 

For they shall have the upper hand 

He railled men from far ans wide 

To join the rebellion that lay ahead 

His murder squad was formed in earnest 

The secret service soon lay dead 

In reprisal the British army killed 

Innocent people watching a hurling game 

That day would become a turning point 

Irish psyche would never be the same 

The customs house was set on fire 

The I.R.B. became the I.R.A. 

The time was nigh to call a cease-fire 

July 1th would be that day 

De Valera, our elected president 

Knew a republic he would not get 

He sent Collins to meet the British 

He sent Collins to his death! 

The British treaty was signed by Collins 

A free state was all they would give 

A step towards independence 

Is better that a war we cannot win 

Many people did not agree with him 

Civil war split the country in two 

Michael would die from an Irish bullet 

He gave his best, what more could he do?