Christy Moore - The People's Own M.P. lyrics

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