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    Irish Rebel Song - Michael Collins

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    Michael ("Mick", "Big Fella") Collins (Irish: Mícheál Seán Ó Coileáin; (1890.10.16 –1922.08.22) was an Irish revolutionary leader, Minister for Finance in the Irish Republic, Director of Intelligence for the IRA, and member of the Irish delegation during the Anglo-Irish Treaty negotiations. He was shot and killed in August 1922, during the Irish Civil War.
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    Lyrics :
    Come listen all me true men to my simple rhyme
    For it tells of a young man cut off in his prime
    A soldier and a statesman who laid down the law, and,
    To die by the roaside in lone Beal na Bla
    When barely sixteen to England crossed o'er
    For to work as a boy in a government store
    But the Volunteers call he could not disobey
    So he came back to Dublin to join in the fray

    -Chorus-
    At Easter nineteen sixteen when Pearse called them out
    The men from the Dublin battalion roved out
    And in the post office they nobley did show
    How a handful of heros could outfight the foe.

    To Stafford and jails transported they were
    As prisonners of England they soon made a stir
    Released before Christmas and home once again
    He banded old comrades together to train
    Dail Eireann assembled our rights to proclaim
    Suppressed by the English you'd think it's a shame
    How Ireland's best and bravest were harried and torn
    From the Arms of their loved ones and children new born.

    For years Mick eluded their soldiers and spies
    For he was the master of clever disguise
    With the Custom House blazing she found t'was no use
    And soon Mother England had asked for a truce
    Oh when will the young men a sad lesson spurn
    That brother and brother they never should turn
    Alas that a split in our ranks 'ere we saw
    Mick Collins stretched lifeless in lone Beal na Bla

    Oh long will old Ireland be seeking in vain
    Ere we find a new leader to match the man slain
    A true son of Grainne his name long will shine
    O gallant Mick Collins cut off in his prime.