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Wolfe Tones( The Wolfe Tones )
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Michael Collins
come listen all me true men to my simple rhyme For it tells of a young man cut off in his prime A soldier and a statesman who laid down the lay And who died by the roadside in Lone Beal Na Bla
When barley sixteen to England crossed ore For to work as a boy in a government store But the volunteers call he could not disobey So he came back to Dublin to join in the fray
At Easter nineteen sixteen when Pearse called them out The men from the Dublin battalion roved out And in the post office they nobly did show How a handful of heroes could outfight the foe
To Stafford and jails transported they were As prisoners of England they soon made a stir Released before Christmas and home once again He branded old comrades together to train
もっと沢山の歌詞は ※ Mojim.com Dail Eireann assembled our rights to proclame Suppressed by the English you'd think it a shame How Ireland's best and bravest were harried and torn From the arms of their loved ones and children new born For years Mick eluded their soldiers and spies For he was the master of clever disguise With the Custom house blazing she found t'was no use And soon mother England had asked for a truce
Oh when will the young men a sad lesson spurn That brother on brother they never should turn Alas that a split in our ranks 'ere we saw Mick Collins stretched lifeless in lone Beal na Bla Oh when will old Ireland be seeking in vain Ere we find a new leader to match the man slain A true son of Grainne his name lone will shine O gallant Mick Collins cut off in his prime
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