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THE PEOPLES OWN M.P.

How many more must die now, how many must we lose
Until the Island people, their own destiny can choose
From immortal Robert Emmet, to Bobby Sands MP
Who was given 30,000 votes while in captivity

No more he'll hear the larks sweet notes, upon the Ulster air
Or gaze upon the snowflakes pure, for to calm his deep despair
Oh before he went on hunger strike, young Bobby did compose
The Rhythm of Time, the Weeping Wind, and the Sleeping Rose

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He was a poet and a soldier, he died courageously
And we gave him 30,000 votes while in captivity

Thomas Ashe, he gave everything, in 1917
The lord mayor of Cork McSweeney died, his freedom to obtain
Never one of all our dead died more courageously
Than young Bobby Sands from Twinbrook, the peoples own MP

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Forever we'll remember him, the man who died in pain
That his country North & South might 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

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