Текст песни Michaels 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?
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