How[G] many more must[Em] die now,how[C] many more must we[G] lose
Before[G] the island[Em] people own[D] destiny can [G]choose
From[C] imortal Robert [G]Emmit to Bobby Sands M[D].P.
Who was[G] given 30,[Em]000 votes while[D] in cap[G]tivity
[Chorus]
He was a[C] poet and a[G] soldier,he died corageous[D]ly
And we[G] gave him 30,[Em]000 votes while[D] in capt[G]ivity
[2]
Thomas Ashe gave everything in 1917
The lord mayor of Cork Mc Sweeney died his freedom to obtain
But never one of all our dead died more corageously
Than young Bobby Sands from Twinbrook the peoples own M.P.
[3]
No more he'll hear the larks sweet notes upon the Ulster air
Or gaze upon the snowflake pure to calm his deep dispair
Before he went on hunger strike young Bobby did compose
The hythm of time the weeping winds and the sleeping rose
[4]
Forever we'll remember him that man who died in pain
That his country North and South might be united once again
To mourn his to organise and built a movement strong
With ballot box and armalite with music and with song
