Billy Reid

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I'll sing you a song of a terrible wrong

When the flags all flew at half mast

And a man he lay dead he'd been riddled with lead

And he died on the streets of Belfast.

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All the radio said was another shot dead

And he died with a gun in his hand

But they never said why Billy Reid had to die

Cause he died to free Ireland.

It happened one day when the bold I.R.A

Set out to fight for their land

With an old Thompson gun put the troops on the run

And return to their home was their plan.

While returning the guns Billy met British huns

And when the fight had begun

His position was dire when his gun wouldn't fire

So he died with that old Thompson gun.

Allthough he lay dead he was kicked in the head

By the hair they dragged him around

But the still fear him yet and we can never forget

How brave Billy Reid stood his ground.

If you think he was right come and join in the fight

And help us to free Belfast

For the blood that he shed and allthough he lay dead

In our hearts his memory will last.