Michael Collins

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 and 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 him 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?