Mo chara is mo lao thu! (My friend and my calf) Is aisling trí néallaibh (A vision in dream) Do deineadh aréir dom (Was revealed to me last night) IgCorcaigh go déanach (In Cork, a late hour) Ar leaba im aonar (In my solitary bed)
I remember you back in the GPO with Connolly and Clarke Laughin' with McDermott through the bullets and the sparks Always with the smart remark, your eyes blazin' and blue But when we needed confidence we always turned to you And when they shot our leaders up against Kilmainham wall You were there beside us in that awful Easter dawn Hey, big fellah..........where the hell are you now When we need you the most Hey, big fellah..........c'mon
Tabhair dom do lámh (Give me your hand)
Back on the streets of Dublin when we fought the black and tans You were there beside us, a towerin' mighty man And God help the informer or the hated English spy By Jaysus, Mick, you'd crucify them without the blinkin' of an eye Still you had a heart as soft as the early mornin' dew Every widow, whore and orphan could always turn to you We beat them in the cities and we whipped them in the streets And the world hailed Michael Collins, our commander and our chief And they sent you off to London to negotiate a deal And to gain us a republic, united, boys, and real But the women and the drink, Mick, they must have got to you 'Cause you came back with a country divided up in two
We had to turn against you, Mick, there was nothin' we could do 'Cause we couldn't betray the republic like Arthur Griffith and you We fought against each other, two brothers steeped in blood But I never doubted that your heart was broken in the flood And though we had to shoot you down in golden Béal na Blath I always knew that Ireland lost her greatest son of all