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