Come gather round me one and all

My song to you I'll sing,

In memory of a brave young Irishman,

Who would not concede defeat,

From his stand would not retreat.

I sing of the gallant Bobby Sands,

Bobby Sands.

Yes I sing of the late great Bobby Sands.

He organised the hunger strike

To win and change, reform,

To stop the evil tyrants in their craze,

To regain the five demands

He took his young life in his hands

For the betterment of comrades in Armagh

And in the Maze

Armagh and the H-Blocks of the Maze.

They tried to break your spirit

But no way could they succeed,

The phoenix in your heart they tried to quell

With their beatings, degradation,

All in vain totheirfrustration,

For the more they tried, the more you would rebel

You would rebel,

With dignity your principle did swell.

But freedom was to come to you

On a rain soaked Tuesday morn

From the heavens tears of patriots were shed

With the joy that you are free

To walk with Tone and Connolly,

Forever live the name of Bobby Sands

We shall endear

Your name, to foe shall always threaten tear.

So to all you people

My song to you I've sung

In memory of a brave young Belfast man

Who would not concede defeat,

From his stand would not retreat.

I sing of the gallant Bobby Sands,

Bobby Sands.

Yes I sing of the late great Bobby Sands.