Time goes by and years roll onward
still in memory fresh I keep
of a night in Belfast prison
unashamed I saw men weep.

As the time was fast approaching
a man lay sentenced for to die
and on the second of September
he goes to meet his God on high.

Now he's marching towards scaffold
head erect he shows no fear
and while standing on that scaffold
Ireland cross he holds so dear.

Now the cruel blow has fallen
for Ireland he has given all
He who in the flower of manhood
proudly answered to her call.

Brave Tom Williams we salute you
and we never shall forget
those who planned your brutal murder
we vow we'll make them all regret.

So I say to Irish soldiers
if on Toms path you shall stray
just keep memory of that morn
when Ireland's cross was proudly borne
by a man who lies within a prison grave.