Cruachan - Michael Collins Lyrics
A volunteer in his nations struggleAnother soldier in the G.P.O.The rising failed - our leaders capturedThe English grip would not let goBut Michael would return to lead usIn our fight to re-claim our landsThe I.R.B. will march victoriousFor they shall have the upper handHe railled men from far ans wideTo join the rebellion that lay aheadHis murder squad was formed in earnestThe secret service soon lay deadIn reprisal the British army killedInnocent people watching a hurling gameThat day would become a turning pointIrish psyche would never be the sameThe customs house was set on fireThe I.R.B. became the I.R.A.The time was nigh to call a cease-fireJuly 1th would be that dayDe Valera, our elected presidentKnew a republic he would not getHe sent Collins to meet the BritishHe sent Collins to his death!The British treaty was signed by CollinsA free state was all they would giveA step towards independenceIs better that a war we cannot winMany people did not agree with himCivil war split the country in twoMichael would die from an Irish bulletHe gave his best, what more could he do?
