Michael Collins Chords by Wolfe Tones
Tempo:
101.075 bpm
Chords used:
F
C
Dm
Bb
G
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[F]
[Bb] [F] [Dm]
[C] [F] Come listen, love me true, [Bb] men, to my [F] sinful rhyme, For it [Dm] tells of a young [G] man put [C] up
in his prime, [F] A soldier and a [Bb] statesman who lay [F] down the
law, And who died by [Dm] the roadside [C] in lone vale [F] of law.
When barely sixteen, [Bb] to England [F] crossed o'er, For to work [Dm] as a boy in [G] a government [C]
store,
[F] What the volunteers called he [Bb] could not [F] disobey, So he came back [Dm] to Dublin [C] to join in [F] the fray.
[C] At Easter 1916, [F] when peers [C] called him out, The [Am] men from the Dublin [G]
battalion [C] rode down
the road, [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.
To Stafford and Jales [Dm] transported [F] they were, As prisoners [Dm] of England [Gm] they soon [C] made a stir.
[F] Released before Christmas, [Bb] and home [F] once again, He branded [Dm] all comrades [C] together [F] to train.
Thy lair and assembled, [Bb] a right to [F] proclaim, Suppressed by [Dm] the English, [G] you'd think [C] it a shame.
[F] How Ireland's best and bravest [Bb] were hurried [F] and torn
From the arms [Dm] of their loved ones [C] and children [F] new-born.
[C] At Easter 1916, when peers called him out, The men from the [F] Dublin [G] battalion [C] rode down
the road, [F] And in the post office [Bb] they nobly [F] did show
How a handful [Dm] of heroes [C] could out [F]-fight the foe.
For years Mick eluded [Bb] their soldiers [F] and spies,
For he [Dm] was the master of clever [C] disguise.
[F] With the custom house blazing, [Bb] she found was [F] no use,
And soon Mother [Dm] 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 they [G] never [C] should forn,
[F] Alas, that is split, [Bb] in a ring's tear we [F] saw,
Mick [Dm] Holland's stretch [C] lifeless in lone [F] bail nabla.
[C] At Easter 1916, [F] when peers [C] called him out, The men [Am] from the Dublin [G] battalion [C] rode down
the road, [F] And in the post office [Bb] they nobly [F] did show
How a handful [Dm] of heroes [C] could out-fight [F] the foe.
Oh, long will old Ireland [Bb] be [F] seeking in vain, Ere we find a [Dm] new [G] leader to match [C] the man slain.
[F] A true son of Gráinne, [Bb] his name [F] long will shine,
O [Dm] gallant Mick [C] Holland's, put [F] off in his crime.
[C] At Easter 1916, when peers called him out, The men [Am] from the Dublin [G] battalion [C] rode down
the road, [F] And in the post office [Bb] they nobly [F] did show
How a handful [Dm] of heroes [C] could out [F]-fight the foe.
[Bb] [F] [Dm]
[C] [F] Come listen, love me true, [Bb] men, to my [F] sinful rhyme, For it [Dm] tells of a young [G] man put [C] up
in his prime, [F] A soldier and a [Bb] statesman who lay [F] down the
law, And who died by [Dm] the roadside [C] in lone vale [F] of law.
When barely sixteen, [Bb] to England [F] crossed o'er, For to work [Dm] as a boy in [G] a government [C]
store,
[F] What the volunteers called he [Bb] could not [F] disobey, So he came back [Dm] to Dublin [C] to join in [F] the fray.
[C] At Easter 1916, [F] when peers [C] called him out, The [Am] men from the Dublin [G]
battalion [C] rode down
the road, [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.
To Stafford and Jales [Dm] transported [F] they were, As prisoners [Dm] of England [Gm] they soon [C] made a stir.
[F] Released before Christmas, [Bb] and home [F] once again, He branded [Dm] all comrades [C] together [F] to train.
Thy lair and assembled, [Bb] a right to [F] proclaim, Suppressed by [Dm] the English, [G] you'd think [C] it a shame.
[F] How Ireland's best and bravest [Bb] were hurried [F] and torn
From the arms [Dm] of their loved ones [C] and children [F] new-born.
[C] At Easter 1916, when peers called him out, The men from the [F] Dublin [G] battalion [C] rode down
the road, [F] And in the post office [Bb] they nobly [F] did show
How a handful [Dm] of heroes [C] could out [F]-fight the foe.
For years Mick eluded [Bb] their soldiers [F] and spies,
For he [Dm] was the master of clever [C] disguise.
[F] With the custom house blazing, [Bb] she found was [F] no use,
And soon Mother [Dm] 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 they [G] never [C] should forn,
[F] Alas, that is split, [Bb] in a ring's tear we [F] saw,
Mick [Dm] Holland's stretch [C] lifeless in lone [F] bail nabla.
[C] At Easter 1916, [F] when peers [C] called him out, The men [Am] from the Dublin [G] battalion [C] rode down
the road, [F] And in the post office [Bb] they nobly [F] did show
How a handful [Dm] of heroes [C] could out-fight [F] the foe.
Oh, long will old Ireland [Bb] be [F] seeking in vain, Ere we find a [Dm] new [G] leader to match [C] the man slain.
[F] A true son of Gráinne, [Bb] his name [F] long will shine,
O [Dm] gallant Mick [C] Holland's, put [F] off in his crime.
[C] At Easter 1916, when peers called him out, The men [Am] from the Dublin [G] battalion [C] rode down
the road, [F] And in the post office [Bb] they nobly [F] did show
How a handful [Dm] of heroes [C] could out [F]-fight the foe.
Key:
F
C
Dm
Bb
G
F
C
Dm
[F] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Bb] _ [F] _ _ _ _ _ [Dm] _ _
[C] _ _ [F] _ _ _ Come listen, love me true, [Bb] men, to my [F] sinful rhyme, For it [Dm] tells of a young [G] man put [C] up
in his prime, [F] A soldier and a [Bb] statesman who lay [F] down the
law, And who died by [Dm] the roadside [C] in lone vale [F] of law. _ _
When barely sixteen, [Bb] to England [F] crossed o'er, For to work [Dm] as a boy in [G] a government [C]
store,
[F] What the volunteers called he [Bb] could not [F] disobey, So he came back [Dm] to Dublin [C] to join in [F] the fray.
_ [C] At Easter 1916, [F] when peers [C] called him out, The [Am] men from the Dublin [G]
battalion [C] rode down
the road, [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.
To Stafford and Jales [Dm] transported [F] they were, As prisoners [Dm] of England [Gm] they soon [C] made a stir.
[F] Released before Christmas, [Bb] and home [F] once again, He branded [Dm] all comrades [C] together [F] to train.
_ Thy lair and assembled, [Bb] a right to [F] proclaim, Suppressed by [Dm] the English, [G] you'd think [C] it a shame.
[F] How Ireland's best and bravest [Bb] were hurried [F] and torn
From the arms [Dm] of their loved ones [C] and children [F] new-born. _
[C] At Easter 1916, when peers called him out, The men from the [F] Dublin [G] battalion [C] rode down
the road, [F] And in the post office [Bb] they nobly [F] did show
How a handful [Dm] of heroes [C] could out [F]-fight the foe.
For years Mick eluded [Bb] their soldiers [F] and spies,
For he [Dm] was the master of clever [C] disguise.
[F] With the custom house blazing, [Bb] she found was [F] no use,
And soon Mother [Dm] 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 they [G] never [C] should forn,
[F] Alas, that is split, [Bb] in a ring's tear we [F] saw,
Mick [Dm] Holland's stretch [C] lifeless in lone [F] bail nabla.
_ [C] At Easter 1916, [F] when peers [C] called him out, The men [Am] from the Dublin [G] battalion [C] rode down
the road, [F] And in the post office [Bb] they nobly [F] did show
How a handful [Dm] of heroes [C] could out-fight [F] the _ foe.
Oh, long will old Ireland [Bb] be [F] seeking in vain, Ere we find a [Dm] new [G] leader to match [C] the man slain.
[F] A true son of Gráinne, [Bb] his name [F] long will shine,
O [Dm] gallant Mick [C] Holland's, put [F] off in his crime. _
[C] At Easter _ 1916, when peers called him out, The men [Am] from the Dublin [G] battalion [C] rode down
the road, [F] And in the post office [Bb] they nobly [F] did show
How a handful [Dm] of heroes [C] could out [F]-fight the foe. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Bb] _ [F] _ _ _ _ _ [Dm] _ _
[C] _ _ [F] _ _ _ Come listen, love me true, [Bb] men, to my [F] sinful rhyme, For it [Dm] tells of a young [G] man put [C] up
in his prime, [F] A soldier and a [Bb] statesman who lay [F] down the
law, And who died by [Dm] the roadside [C] in lone vale [F] of law. _ _
When barely sixteen, [Bb] to England [F] crossed o'er, For to work [Dm] as a boy in [G] a government [C]
store,
[F] What the volunteers called he [Bb] could not [F] disobey, So he came back [Dm] to Dublin [C] to join in [F] the fray.
_ [C] At Easter 1916, [F] when peers [C] called him out, The [Am] men from the Dublin [G]
battalion [C] rode down
the road, [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.
To Stafford and Jales [Dm] transported [F] they were, As prisoners [Dm] of England [Gm] they soon [C] made a stir.
[F] Released before Christmas, [Bb] and home [F] once again, He branded [Dm] all comrades [C] together [F] to train.
_ Thy lair and assembled, [Bb] a right to [F] proclaim, Suppressed by [Dm] the English, [G] you'd think [C] it a shame.
[F] How Ireland's best and bravest [Bb] were hurried [F] and torn
From the arms [Dm] of their loved ones [C] and children [F] new-born. _
[C] At Easter 1916, when peers called him out, The men from the [F] Dublin [G] battalion [C] rode down
the road, [F] And in the post office [Bb] they nobly [F] did show
How a handful [Dm] of heroes [C] could out [F]-fight the foe.
For years Mick eluded [Bb] their soldiers [F] and spies,
For he [Dm] was the master of clever [C] disguise.
[F] With the custom house blazing, [Bb] she found was [F] no use,
And soon Mother [Dm] 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 they [G] never [C] should forn,
[F] Alas, that is split, [Bb] in a ring's tear we [F] saw,
Mick [Dm] Holland's stretch [C] lifeless in lone [F] bail nabla.
_ [C] At Easter 1916, [F] when peers [C] called him out, The men [Am] from the Dublin [G] battalion [C] rode down
the road, [F] And in the post office [Bb] they nobly [F] did show
How a handful [Dm] of heroes [C] could out-fight [F] the _ foe.
Oh, long will old Ireland [Bb] be [F] seeking in vain, Ere we find a [Dm] new [G] leader to match [C] the man slain.
[F] A true son of Gráinne, [Bb] his name [F] long will shine,
O [Dm] gallant Mick [C] Holland's, put [F] off in his crime. _
[C] At Easter _ 1916, when peers called him out, The men [Am] from the Dublin [G] battalion [C] rode down
the road, [F] And in the post office [Bb] they nobly [F] did show
How a handful [Dm] of heroes [C] could out [F]-fight the foe. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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