Irish Rebel song - Michael Collins Chords

_ _ _ _ _ [Bb] _ _ [F] _
_ _ _ [Dm] _ _ [C] _ _ [F] _
_ _ And listen, all ye true [Bb] men, to my [F] simple rhyme, For it tells [Dm] of a young [Gm] man put up [C] in his prime, [F] A soldier and a statesman [Bb] who lay [F] down the law, And who died [Dm] by the [C] roadside in [F] Longdale-la-blah.
When barely sixteen, [Bb] to [F] England crossed o'er, For to [Dm] work as a boy [G] in a [C] government store, [F] But the volunteers called, [Bb] he could not [F] disobey, So he came [Dm] back to Dublin [C] to join in [F] the fray.
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At Easter nineteen [F]-sixteen, when Pierce [C] called them out, The men [Am] from the Dublin [G] _ [C] battalion robed out, [F]
And in the post office [Bb] they [F] nobly did show, How a handful [Dm] of [C] heroes could out [F]-fight the foe.
To Stafford and Jales [Bb] transported [F] they were, As prisoners [Dm] of England [D] they soon [C] made a stir, [F] Released before Christmas, [Bb] and home [F] once again, He branded [Dm] all [C] comrades [F] together to train.
_ By Leran [Bb] assembled, our rights [F] to proclaim, Suppressed [Dm] by the English, [G] it [C] painted a shame, [F] How Ireland's best and bravest [Bb] were [F] hurried and torn, From the arms [Dm] of their loved [C] ones and children [F] new-born.
[C] At Easter nineteen [F]-sixteen, when Pierce [C] called them out, The men [Am] from the Dublin [G] battalion [C] robed out, [F] And in the post office [Bb] they [F] nobly did show, How a handful [Dm] of heroes [C] could out [F]-fight the foe.
For years Mick eluded [Bb] their [F] soldiers and spies, For he [Dm] was the master of clever [C] disguise, [F] But the custom house blazing [Bb] she found [F] was no use, And soon [Dm] mother England [C] had asked [F] for the truce. _
Oh when will the young [Bb] men a sad [F] lesson scorn, That brother [Dm] and brother [G] they never [C] should torn, [F] And as that is split [Bb] in a ring's fair [F] we saw, Mick Collins [Dm] dredge [C] lifeless in lone [F] vale nablaw.
[C] At Easter nineteen [F]-sixteen, when Pierce called [C] them out, The men [F] from the Dublin [G] battalion [C] robed out, [F] And in the post office they nobly did show, How a handful [Dm] of heroes [C] could out [F]-fight the foe.
_ Oh long will old Ireland be seeking in vain, Ere we [Dm] find a new [G] leaver to match [C] the man's [F] reign, A true son of Gráinne [Bb] his name [F] long will shine, O [Dm] gallant Mick Collins [C] put [F] off in his crime.
_ [C] At Easter nineteen [F]-sixteen, when Pierce [C] called them out, The men [Am] from the Dublin [G] battalion [C] robed out, [F] And in the post office [Bb] they [F] nobly did show, How a [Dm] handful of heroes [C] could out-fight [F] the foe. _ _ _