bobby sands

• kendisi için yapılan şarkılardan biri, wolfetones söyler mesela:
  
  "the peoples own mp"
  
  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
  
  chorus:
  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
  
  chorus
  
  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