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Michael Collins "Freedom is not Free" I'll tell to you a story Of August twenty two In a place called Béal na Bláth A soldier died for you His name was Michael Collins Of independence fame Irelands roll of honour Forever holds his name A gentle breeze of autumn From time to time a shower, Gunmen lie in waiting Within the mouth of flowers Up on the hillside The ambush lay in wait 'till Ireland's son was well within, By then, it was too late A hail of bullets fired upon The party down below The soldiers stop to dismount, Running too and fro Amidst all the confusion As Michael looked about, Shots fired all around him, A fatal one rang out The firing seems to ease off His comrades look around They see a figure up the way Lying on the ground As he lay along the roadside Up to his side they run They knelt in prayer, and deep despair, For Erins fallen son Oh Gallant Michael Collins There's always sacrifice Our priceless freedom wasn't won Its you that paid the price I thank you for the freedom The cause for which you died I thank you for the courage The faith to stand with pride On the cross above your grave Will blow the winds and rain To mingle with the teardrops That fall upon your name Where you now rest is sacred I weekly visit there I place fresh flowers upon your grave And offer up a prayer From time to time the papers Do often sing your praise They write about your struggle, And the ending of your days, Reading the old papers A headline it did say "Old Ireland is in mourning, A Soldier died today" James Langton - 2010 |
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