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