BOBBY SANDS THE PEOPLE'S OWN M.P.
How
many more must die now? How many must we lose?
Until the island people their own destiny can chose
From immortal Robert Emmet to Bobby Sands M.P.
Who was given thirty thousand votes while in captivity
He
was a poet and a soldier, he died courageously
And we gave him thirty thousand votes while in captivity
Tomás
Ashe he gave everything in nineteen seventeen
The Lord Mayor of Cork, Mac Swiney died for his freedom to obtain
Never one of all our dead died more courageously
Than young Bobby Sands from Twinbrook, the people's own M.P.
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No
more he'll hear the lark's sweet notes upon the Ulster air
Or gaze upon the snowflake pure to calm his deep despair
Before he went on hunger strike young Bobby did compose
"The Rhythm of Time", "The Weeping Winds" and "The
Sleeping Rose"
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For
ever we'll remember him, the man who died in pain
So his country, North and South, might be reunited once again
To mourn him is to organize and build the movement strong
With ballot box and Armalite, with music and with song
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