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

Toms 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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