Cruachan - Michael Collins lyrics

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 k**ed 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 d**h! 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?