[Verse]
You people of Ireland, upon you I call,
We stand in the North, with our backs to the wall,
By the foe, we're surrounded, now you must decide,
For now cruel England wants you on her side.

Judge British justice by what's gone before,
The Birmingham Six, the Guilford Four,
13 men in Derry, in the H-Blocks ten more,
Will ye let extradition increase England's score?

[Chorus]
Don't hand them over, don't play England's game,
The word extradition should fill you with shame,
If you'rе proud to be Irish live up to thе name,
Don't hand them over to be tortured and framed.

[Verse]
Don't cry pious tears for the plight of the North,
While your troops man the border to support British force,
You can't have it both ways, you must make a stand,
You can't honour Connolly, then sell out his land.

Remember those butchers who struck at Loughgall,
Are the very same men who put Pearse against the wall,
There are few enough left to defend Ireland's cause,
Will you extradite them to face foreign laws.

[Chorus]
Don't hand them over, don't play England's game,
The word extradition should fill you with shame,
If you're proud to be Irish live up to the name,
Don't hand them over to be tortured and framed.

[Verse]
The whole world now knows of Britannia's great shame,
Mairéad, Seán and Danny in Gibraltar were slain,
And young McAnespie on the border shot down,
As he innocently walked to his own Gaelic ground.

So south of the border, let your voices ring clear,
Lest your politicians should turn a deaf ear,
It's you have the power, in your name they stand,
It's you who will have Irish blood on your hands.

[Chorus]
Don't hand them over, don't play England's game,
The word extradition should fill you with shame,
If you're proud to be Irish live up to the name,
Don't hand them over to be tortured and framed,
Don't hand them over, don't play England's game.