Michael Collins (1983 version) The Wolfe Tones

Come listen, all me true men, to my simple rhyme
For it tells of a young man put off in his prime
A soldier and a statesman who layed down the law
And to die by the roadside in lone Béal na Bláth

When barely sixteen, to England crossed o'er
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

(Chorus)
At Easter 1916 when Pearse called them out
The men from the Dublin battalion rode out
And in the Post Office they nobly did show
How a handful of heroes could outfight the foe

To Stafford and gaols transported they were
As prisoners of England they soon made a stir
Released before Christmas and home once again
Rebranded old comrades together to train

Dáíl Éireann assembled our rights to proclaim
Suppressed by the English, you'd think it a shame
Oh, Ireland's best and bravest were harried and torn
From the arms of their loved ones and children newborn