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"Michael Collins" - Irish Ballad

"Michael Collins" is an Irish ballad about the life of the famous Irish revolutionary and politician Michael Collins. On 22 August 1922, he met his demise in an ambush near Béal na Bláth in his native county Cork where he was shot and killed. Although his positions as a commander-in-chief of the Irish Free State's National Army (31 January 1922 - 22 August 1922) and as Chairman of the Provisional Government of the Irish Free State (16 January 1922 - 22 August 1922) make him controversial among Anti-Treatyite circles, it cannot be denied that his actions during the Anglo-Irish war or Irish War of Independence (21 January 1919 - July 11 1921) were crucial in the bringing about of the independent Irish state. Footage courtesy of British Pathé. Lyrics: The bark of a dog breaks the silence Like a bitter last hurrah And a raven spreads it’s wings for flight Over fields near Beál Na mBláth With a rifle still clasped to his breast But hanging low his head A black August day in the County Cork Michael Collins is dead Hang out your brightest colours His memory now recall Each one wants a part of him But no-one wants it all Working over in London town When he joined the I.R.B. Sworn to use, both, deadly force His native land to free His squad is ready and willing to strike His love for his ruthless charm The Laughing Boy smiles at the castle It’s a smile to cause alarm Hang out your brightest colours His memory now recall Each one wants a part of him But no-one wants it all A British intelligence agent Is working from a Dublin room Michael Collins adds a name to a list That will take men to the tomb A spy slowly rises from his chair And walks across the floor A man with a parabellum Is knocking at the door Hang out your brightest colours His memory now recall Each one wants a part of him But no-one wants it all Returning then to London town Who will take the blame? The Treaty lies before him Michael Collins adds his name A darker time lies across the land Who will bear the load? An awkward hero in an armoured car On an Irish country road Hang out your brightest colours His memory now recall Each one wants a part of him But no-one wants it all The bark of a dog breaks the silence Like a bitter last hurrah And a raven spreads it’s wings for flight Over fields near Beál Na mBláth