In [C]Beal Na Bla in the year twenty two
There died the best patriot this [Dm]country ever knew
No [C]crime he committed, no wrong had he done
He was true till he's murdered by a [G7]cruel assassins’
[C]gun [G7…C]
O, who is the man with the blood on his hands
Such a cold blooded ambush there never was planned
Shame on the traitor that gave the command
But they murdered the brave Michael Collins
When the great notice of freedom was sounded through the land
He shouldered his rifle for Ireland took his stand
He was hunted through Dublin but he stayed while others
fled
Ten thousand sovereigns
was the price upon his head
O, who is the man with the blood on his hands
Such a cold blooded ambush there never was planned
Shame on the traitor that gave the command
But they murdered the brave Michael Collins
With courage undaunted did he struggle and defeat
To be the clan united to set our country free
Trusted by the people as a man of high renown
Beloved by his comrades and hated by the crown
O, who is the man with the blood on his hands
Such a cold blooded ambush there never was planned
Shame on the traitor that gave the command
But they murdered the brave Michael Collins [G#7…C#]
The [C#]convoy set out from the town of Skibbereen
By the side of a road stayed his [D#m]enemy unseen
They [C#]shot him without warning on that tragic summers
day
But serving his country,
what a [G#7]price that was to [C#]pay
O, who is the
man with the blood on his hands
Such
a cold blooded ambush there never was planned
Shame on the traitor that gave the command
But they murdered the brave Michael Collins
