| Mo chara is mo lao thu | |
| Is aisling tri n× allaibh | |
| Do deineadh ar× ir dom | |
| IgCorcaigh go d× anach | |
| Ar leaba im aonar | |
| I remember you back in the GPO | |
| With Connolly and Clarke | |
| Laughin' with McDermott | |
| Through the bullets and the sparks | |
| Always with the smart remark | |
| Your eyes blazin' and blue | |
| But when we needed confidence | |
| We always turned to you | |
| And when they shot our leaders | |
| Up against Kilmainham wall | |
| You were there beside us | |
| In that awful Easter dawn | |
| Hey, big fellah where the hell are you now? | |
| When we need you the most | |
| Hey, big fellah c'mon | |
| Tabhair dom do lamh | |
| Back on the streets of Dublin | |
| When we fought the black and tans | |
| You were there beside us | |
| A towerin' mighty man | |
| And God help the informer | |
| Or the hated English spy | |
| By Jaysus, Mick, you'd crucify them | |
| Without the blinkin' of an eye | |
| Still you had a heart as soft as | |
| The early mornin' dew | |
| Every widow, whore and orphan | |
| Could always turn to you | |
| We beat them in the cities | |
| And we whipped them in the streets | |
| And the world hailed Michael Collins | |
| Our commander and our chief | |
| And they sent you off to London | |
| To negotiate a deal | |
| And to gain us a republic | |
| United, boys, and real | |
| But the women and the drink | |
| Mick, they must have got to you | |
| 'Cause you came back with a country | |
| divided up in two | |
| We had to turn against you, Mick | |
| There was nothin' we could do | |
| 'Cause we couldn't betray the republic | |
| Like Arthur Griffith and you | |
| We fought against each other | |
| Two brothers steeped in blood | |
| But I never doubted that your heart | |
| Was broken in the flood | |
| And though we had to shoot you down | |
| In golden B× al na Blath | |
| I always knew that Ireland lost | |
| Her greatest son of all |
| Mo chara is mo lao thu | |
| Is aisling tri n allaibh | |
| Do deineadh ar ir dom | |
| IgCorcaigh go d anach | |
| Ar leaba im aonar | |
| I remember you back in the GPO | |
| With Connolly and Clarke | |
| Laughin' with McDermott | |
| Through the bullets and the sparks | |
| Always with the smart remark | |
| Your eyes blazin' and blue | |
| But when we needed confidence | |
| We always turned to you | |
| And when they shot our leaders | |
| Up against Kilmainham wall | |
| You were there beside us | |
| In that awful Easter dawn | |
| Hey, big fellah where the hell are you now? | |
| When we need you the most | |
| Hey, big fellah c' mon | |
| Tabhair dom do lamh | |
| Back on the streets of Dublin | |
| When we fought the black and tans | |
| You were there beside us | |
| A towerin' mighty man | |
| And God help the informer | |
| Or the hated English spy | |
| By Jaysus, Mick, you' d crucify them | |
| Without the blinkin' of an eye | |
| Still you had a heart as soft as | |
| The early mornin' dew | |
| Every widow, whore and orphan | |
| Could always turn to you | |
| We beat them in the cities | |
| And we whipped them in the streets | |
| And the world hailed Michael Collins | |
| Our commander and our chief | |
| And they sent you off to London | |
| To negotiate a deal | |
| And to gain us a republic | |
| United, boys, and real | |
| But the women and the drink | |
| Mick, they must have got to you | |
| ' Cause you came back with a country | |
| divided up in two | |
| We had to turn against you, Mick | |
| There was nothin' we could do | |
| ' Cause we couldn' t betray the republic | |
| Like Arthur Griffith and you | |
| We fought against each other | |
| Two brothers steeped in blood | |
| But I never doubted that your heart | |
| Was broken in the flood | |
| And though we had to shoot you down | |
| In golden B al na Blath | |
| I always knew that Ireland lost | |
| Her greatest son of all |
| Mo chara is mo lao thu | |
| Is aisling tri n allaibh | |
| Do deineadh ar ir dom | |
| IgCorcaigh go d anach | |
| Ar leaba im aonar | |
| I remember you back in the GPO | |
| With Connolly and Clarke | |
| Laughin' with McDermott | |
| Through the bullets and the sparks | |
| Always with the smart remark | |
| Your eyes blazin' and blue | |
| But when we needed confidence | |
| We always turned to you | |
| And when they shot our leaders | |
| Up against Kilmainham wall | |
| You were there beside us | |
| In that awful Easter dawn | |
| Hey, big fellah where the hell are you now? | |
| When we need you the most | |
| Hey, big fellah c' mon | |
| Tabhair dom do lamh | |
| Back on the streets of Dublin | |
| When we fought the black and tans | |
| You were there beside us | |
| A towerin' mighty man | |
| And God help the informer | |
| Or the hated English spy | |
| By Jaysus, Mick, you' d crucify them | |
| Without the blinkin' of an eye | |
| Still you had a heart as soft as | |
| The early mornin' dew | |
| Every widow, whore and orphan | |
| Could always turn to you | |
| We beat them in the cities | |
| And we whipped them in the streets | |
| And the world hailed Michael Collins | |
| Our commander and our chief | |
| And they sent you off to London | |
| To negotiate a deal | |
| And to gain us a republic | |
| United, boys, and real | |
| But the women and the drink | |
| Mick, they must have got to you | |
| ' Cause you came back with a country | |
| divided up in two | |
| We had to turn against you, Mick | |
| There was nothin' we could do | |
| ' Cause we couldn' t betray the republic | |
| Like Arthur Griffith and you | |
| We fought against each other | |
| Two brothers steeped in blood | |
| But I never doubted that your heart | |
| Was broken in the flood | |
| And though we had to shoot you down | |
| In golden B al na Blath | |
| I always knew that Ireland lost | |
| Her greatest son of all |
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