Cruachan

Michael Collins

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?