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 roadside
In lone Béal na Bláth
When barely sixteen to England crossed o'er
For to work as a boy in a government store
But the volunteer's call he
Could not disobey
So he came back to Dublin to join in the fray
At Easter 1916 when Pearse called them out
The men from the Dublin battalion roved out
And in the Post Office they nobly did show
How a handful of heroes
Could outfight the foe
To Stafford and jails transported they were
As prisoners of England they soon made a stir
Released before Christmas and home once again
He branded old comrades together to train
Dáil Éireann assembled our rights to proclaim
Suppressed by the English you'd
Think it a shame
How Ireland's best and bravest
Were harried and torn
From the arms of their loved
Ones and children newborn
At Easter 1916 when Pearse called them out
The men from the Dublin battalion roved out
And in the post office they nobly did show
How a handful of heroes
Could outfight the foe
For years Mick eluded their
Soldiers and spies
For he was the master of clever disguise
With the Custom House blazing she
Found 'twas 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 Béal na Bláth
At Easter 1916 when Pearse called them out
The men from the Dublin battalion roved out
And in the Post Office they nobly did show
How a handful of heroes
Could outfight the foe
Oh, long will old Ireland be seeking in vain
'Ere we find a new leader
To match the man slain
A true son of Gráinne
His name long will shine
Oh, gallant Mick Collins
Cut off in his prime
At Easter 1916 when Pearse called them out
The men from the Dublin battalion roved out
And in the Post Office they nobly did show
How a handful of heroes
Could outfight the foe
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Wolfe Tones - Michael Collins Lyrics
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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 roadside
In lone Béal na Bláth
When barely sixteen to England crossed o'er
For to work as a boy in a government store
But the volunteer's call he
Could not disobey
So he came back to Dublin to join in the fray
At Easter 1916 when Pearse called them out
The men from the Dublin battalion roved out
And in the Post Office they nobly did show
How a handful of heroes
Could outfight the foe
To Stafford and jails transported they were
As prisoners of England they soon made a stir
Released before Christmas and home once again
He branded old comrades together to train
Dáil Éireann assembled our rights to proclaim
Suppressed by the English you'd
Think it a shame
How Ireland's best and bravest
Were harried and torn
From the arms of their loved
Ones and children newborn
At Easter 1916 when Pearse called them out
The men from the Dublin battalion roved out
And in the post office they nobly did show
How a handful of heroes
Could outfight the foe
For years Mick eluded their
Soldiers and spies
For he was the master of clever disguise
With the Custom House blazing she
Found 'twas 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 Béal na Bláth
At Easter 1916 when Pearse called them out
The men from the Dublin battalion roved out
And in the Post Office they nobly did show
How a handful of heroes
Could outfight the foe
Oh, long will old Ireland be seeking in vain
'Ere we find a new leader
To match the man slain
A true son of Gráinne
His name long will shine
Oh, gallant Mick Collins
Cut off in his prime
At Easter 1916 when Pearse called them out
The men from the Dublin battalion roved out
And in the Post Office they nobly did show
How a handful of heroes
Could outfight the foe
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 roadside
In lone Béal na Bláth
When barely sixteen to England crossed o'er
For to work as a boy in a government store
But the volunteer's call he
Could not disobey
So he came back to Dublin to join in the fray
At Easter 1916 when Pearse called them out
The men from the Dublin battalion roved out
And in the Post Office they nobly did show
How a handful of heroes
Could outfight the foe
To Stafford and jails transported they were
As prisoners of England they soon made a stir
Released before Christmas and home once again
He branded old comrades together to train
Dáil Éireann assembled our rights to proclaim
Suppressed by the English you'd
Think it a shame
How Ireland's best and bravest
Were harried and torn
From the arms of their loved
Ones and children newborn
At Easter 1916 when Pearse called them out
The men from the Dublin battalion roved out
And in the post office they nobly did show
How a handful of heroes
Could outfight the foe
For years Mick eluded their
Soldiers and spies
For he was the master of clever disguise
With the Custom House blazing she
Found 'twas 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 Béal na Bláth
At Easter 1916 when Pearse called them out
The men from the Dublin battalion roved out
And in the Post Office they nobly did show
How a handful of heroes
Could outfight the foe
Oh, long will old Ireland be seeking in vain
'Ere we find a new leader
To match the man slain
A true son of Gráinne
His name long will shine
Oh, gallant Mick Collins
Cut off in his prime
At Easter 1916 when Pearse called them out
The men from the Dublin battalion roved out
And in the Post Office they nobly did show
How a handful of heroes
Could outfight the foe
Writer: Jonathan Owen, Peter Hobbs
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Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management