Michael Collins Lyrics Chords

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[C] _ _ [F] _ _ Come listen, my true men, to my simple rhyme, For it tells [Dm] of a young man [G] put up in [C] his prime, [F] A soldier and a statesman who laid down the law, And who died by the [C] roadside in lone [F] vale nabla.
_ When barely sixteen, [Bb] to England [F] crossed o'er, Bought to work as [Dm] a boy in a [C] government store, But [F] the volunteers called, he could not [F] disobey, So he came back [Dm] to Dublin [C] to join in [F] the fray.
At [C] Easter nineteen [F]-sixteen, when peers [C] called him out, The men [Am] from the Dublin [C] battalion rode out, [F] And in the post office they nobly did show, How a handful [Dm] of heroes [C] could out [F]-fight the foe.
To Stafford and Gales transported they were, As prisoners [Dm] of England [G] they soon [C] made astir, [F] Released before Christmas [Bb] and home once [F] again, He branded all [C] comrades [F] together to train.
_ Thy lair and assembled, [Bb] our rights to [F] proclaim, Suppressed by [Dm] the English, [G] you think [C] it a shame, How [F]
Ireland's best and bravest [Bb] were [F] hurried and torn, From the arms [Dm] of their loved ones [C] and children [F] new-born. _
[C] At Easter nineteen-sixteen, when peers called him out, The men [Am] from the Dublin [G] battalion [C] rode out, [F] And in the post office they nobly did show, How a handful [Dm] of heroes [C] could out [F]-fight the foe. _
For years Mick eluded [Bb] their soldiers and spies, For he [Dm] was the master [Gm] of clever [C] disguise, [F] With the custom house blazing she found was no use, And soon [Dm] Mother England [C] had asked [F] for a truce. _
Oh when will the young men [Bb] a sad lesson [F] spurn, That brother [Dm] and brother [G] they never [C] should torn, [F]
Alas that is split, in [Bb] our own seer we [F] saw, Mick [Dm] Holland's dredge lifeless [C] in lone [F] bale of law. _
[C] At Easter nineteen-sixteen, [F] when peers called [C] him out, The men [Am] from the Dublin [G] battalion [C] rode 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 [Bb] Ireland be seeking [F] in vain, Ere we find [Dm] a new leader [G] to [C] match the man slain, [F] A true son of Garonnia his name long will shine, Oh gallant [Dm] Mick Holland's [C] put off in [F] his prime.
At [C] Easter nineteen-sixteen, when peers called him out, The men [Am] from the Dublin [G] battalion [C] rode out, [F] And in the post office [Bb] they [F] nobly did show, How a handful [Dm] of heroes [C] could out-fight [F] the foe. _ _