Time goes by and years roll onward,
Still a memory I shall keep
Of a night in Belfast prison;
Unashamedly, I saw men weep.

For the time was fast approaching,
A lad lay sentenced for to die,
And on the second of September
He goes to meet his God on high.

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 never shall forget.
Those who planned your brutal murder,
We vow we'll make them all regret.

Here's a word you Irish soldiers;
If on this path you chance to stray,
Keep in memory of that morn
When Ireland's cross was proudly borne
By a lad who lies within a prison.