Time[G] goes by as years roll[D] onwards,
[C]Still in [D]memory fresh I [G]keep,
Of a night in Brlfast[D] prison,
Una[C]shamed I [D]saw men[G] weep.
As the time was fast approaching,
A lad lay sentenced for to die,
On the second of september,
He goes to meet his God on high.
Now he's marching to the scaffold,
Head erect he shows no fear,
And while standing on that scaffold,
Ireland's cross he holds so dear.
Now the cruel blow has fallen,
For Ireland he has given all,
Who in the flower of manhood,
Proudly answered to the call.
Brave Tom Williams we salute you,
And we never shall forget,
Thoes who planned your brutal murder,
We vow we'll make them all regret.
So[G] I say to Irish[D] solders,
[C]If from[D] Tom's path you chance to[G] stray,
Just keep memory of that[Em] morn,
When Ireland's[C] cross was proudly[D] borne,
By a lad who lies within this[C] prison [G]grave.