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How many more must die now

how many must we lose

until the island people

their own destiny can choose

From immortal Robert Emmit

to Bobby Sands M.P.

who was given 30, 000 votes

while in captivity

He was a poet and a soldier,

he died courageously

And we gave him 30, 000 votes

while in captivity

Thomas Ashe gave everything

in 1917

The lord mayor of Cork McSweeney died

for his freedom to obtain

But never one of all our dead

died more courageously

Than young Bobby Sands from Twinbrook

the people’s own M.P.

He was a poet and a soldier,

he died courageously

And we gave him 30, 000 votes

while in captivity

No more he’ll hear the lark’s sweet notes

upon the Ulster air

Or gaze upon the snowflake pure

for to calm his deep despair

Before he went on hunger strike

young Bobby did compose

The Rhythm Of Time, The Weeping Wind

and The Sleeping Rose

He was a poet and a soldier,

he died courageously

And we gave him 30, 000 votes

while in captivity

Forever we’ll remember him

the man who died in pain

That his country North and South might be

united once again

For to mourn him is to organise

and build a movement strong

With ballot box and with armalites

and with music and our songs

He was a poet and a soldier,

he died courageously

And we gave him 30, 000 votes

while in captivity

Oh the poet and the soldier,

he died courageously

And we gave him 30, 000 votes

while in captivity

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