An ode to the great Michael Collins, minister of the New Irish Republic
lyrics
August 22, word from the inside
Something in the wind so fierce and raw
A lone gunman lays - and watches coldly
Michael Collins' way to Bealnablath
If I had a dime for every Irish hero
Taken in the height of all their fame
They would see his face, in every Irish hero
Laid into a dark and early grave
CHORUS
When they took Michael Collins down
The cry rang out through the town
They sang Hey yo Hey Na Na, the Green and White
is in the ground
Stood up ahead, across the country highway
With a crew of irregs beneath the grass
Michael knew it was clear when he jumped the Crossley Tender
Firing out into the pass
I see smoke in the distance
And O'Neill is crying
Michael ordered us all to
Fight as the bullets were flying
And so he fell for the fresh hell
Of the new country now undone....
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