| COLLINS by Dan Griffin, Cloughlea, Castlemaine, Co. Kerry. The streets of Dublin re-echo to his footsteps That lovely Irish boy Oh, why did he die so young Never bid goodbye He will be remembered As we see the tri-colour with pride His voice will re-echo As we look upon the Irish tide As he.walked with others, He looked so strong and Tall He was loved by everybody The pride of streel and ball Michael you died in your native Munster In that lovely Courty Cork What a tragedy for everybody That that bloody gun did bark As history Is written Who fired that fatal shot Who was in the ambush Organised that bloody plot Did an Irish rifle kill him We should hang our heads in shame History should be remembered To take the human blame When we look upon the tri-colour Who put it there A man so strong and full of life A spirit proud and rare Michael Collins will be remembered As other people's hope The oppression of human life With that they cannot cope They will remember our Irish hero Collins that made us hope To look to the Irish future He left us all with hope They will remember our Irish hero He gave them a future and a past Something to build forth on An Irish nation at Last. |