You, people of Ireland, upon you I call
We stand in the north with our backs to the wall
By the foe we're surrounded now you must decide
For now, cruel England wants you on our side
Judge British Justice by what's gone before
The Birmingham six, the Guilford four
Thirteen men in Derry and H-Blocks, ten more
Will you let extradition increase England's score?
Don't hand them over, don't play England's game
The word "extradition" should fill you with shame
If you're proud to be Irish, live up to the name
Don't hand them over to be tortured and framed
Don't cry pious tears for the plight of the north
While your troops man the border to support British force
You can't have it both ways, you must make a stand
You can't honor Connolly and sell out his land
Remember those butchers who struck at Loughgall
Are the very same men who put Pearse against the wall
With few enough left to defend Ireland's cause
Will you extradite them to face foreign laws?
Don't hand them over, don't play England's game
The word "extradition" should fill you with shame
If you're proud to be Irish, live up to the name
Don't hand them over to be tortured and framed
The whole world now knows of Britannia's great shame
Brave Sean and Danny in Gibraltar were slain
And young McAnespie on the border shut down
As he innocently walked to his own Gaelic ground
So south of the border, let your voices ring clear
Lest your politicians should turn a deaf ear
It's you who have the power, in your name they stand
It's you who will have Irish blood on your hands
Don't hand them over, don't play England's game
The word "extradition" should fill you with shame
If you're proud to be Irish, live up to the name
Don't hand them over to be tortured and framed
Don't hand them over, don't play England's game