Irish Song Lyrics 
from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
People's Own M.P, The 
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 M.P 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 snowflake pure to calm his deep despair Before he went on hungerstrike young Bobby did compose The Rhythm of Time the Weeping Winds and the Sleeping Rose 
He was a poet and a soldier, he died courageously And we gave him 30,000 votes while in captivity. 
Thomas Ashe gave everything in 1917 The lord mayor of Cork Mac Sweeney died his freedom to obtain But never one of all our dead died more courageously Than young Bobby Sands from Twinbrook, the people's own M.P 
Forever we'll remember him that man who died in pain That his country North and South might be united once again To mourn him is to organise and built a movement strong With ballot box and armalite, with music and with song 
He was a poet and a soldier, he died courageously And we gave him 30,000 votes while in captivity.