[Verse]
How many more must die now, how many must we lose,
Before this island's people their own destiny can choose?
From immortal Robert Emmet to Bobby Sands MP,
Who's given thirty thousand votes while in captivity,

No more he'll hear the lark's sweet notes upon the Ulster air,
Or gaze upon the snowflake dew to calm his deep despair,
But before he went on hunger strike young Bobby did compose,
'The Rhythm of Time', 'The Weeping Wind' and 'The Sleeping Rose'.

[Chorus]
He was a poet and a soldier he died courageously,
And we gave him thirty thousand votes while in captivity.

[Verse]
Young Thomas Ashe gave everything in 1917,
The Lord Mayor of Cork MacSweeney died his freedom to obtain,
But no one of all our dead died more courageously,
Than Bobby Sands from Twinbrook, he was the people's own MP.

[Chorus]
He was a poet and a soldier he died courageously,
And we gave him thirty thousand votes while in captivity.

[Verse]
Forever we'll remember him that man who died in pain,
That his country north and south might be united once again,
But to mourn him is to organise and build a movement strong,
With ballot box and Armalite, with music and with song.

[Chorus]
He was a poet and a soldier he died courageously,
And we gave him thirty thousand votes while in captivity.

[Outro]
He was a poet and a soldier he died courageously,
Young Bobby Sands from Twinbrook, he was the people's own MP.