How many more must die now how many must we lose Before the island people their own destiny can choose From immortal Robert Emmet to Bobby Sands mp Who was 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 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 thirty thousand votes he was the peoples Own mp Thomas Ashe gave everything in 1917 The Lord Mayor of Cork Mcswiney died freedom to obtain Never a one of all our dead died more courageously Than Bobby Sands from Twinbrook the people's own mp Forever we'll remember him that man who died in pain That his country north and south be united once again To mourn him is to organise and build a movement strong With ballot box and armalite with music and with song