Michael Collins
de 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?
Más canciones de Cruachan
-
The Morrigan's Call
The Morrigan's Call
-
The Marching Song of Fiach Mac Hugh
Blood for the Blood God
-
The Blacksmith
The Blacksmith
-
The Fall Of Gondolin
Pagan
-
Exiles
Folk-Lore
-
The Great Hunger
The Morrigan's Call
-
Born for War (The Rise of Brian Boru)
Blood for the Blood God
-
The Children Of Lir
A Celtic Legacy
-
The Sea Queen of Connaught
Blood for the Blood God
-
The Battle of the Yellow Ford
Nine Years of Blood
-
Diarmuid and Grainne
The Morrigan's Call
-
Bloody Sunday
Folk-Lore
-
Viking Slayer
Pagan
-
Tain Bo Cuailgne
Tuatha Na Gael
-
Beren and Luthien
Blood for the Blood God
-
Spancill Hill
Folk-Lore
-
The Flight of the Earls
Nine Years of Blood
-
The Middle Kingdom
A Celtic Legacy
-
The Voyage Of Bran
Blood On The Black Robe
-
Blood On The Black Robe
Blood On The Black Robe