[Verse]
Call the judge and call the jury,
Call the screws and RUC,
Call the soldiers to their duty,
Call the hangman o'er the sea.

Make the trap door swing down smartly,
Take a knife and cut him down,
Let Westminster know that here,
There is nothing more to fear,
From a young boy murdered by the English Crown.

[Chorus]
Tommy Williams we salute you,
And we never will forget,
Those who planned your brutal murder,
We will make them yet regret.

That sad September morn,
When Ireland's cross was proudly borne
By a lad who lies in a Belfast prison grave.

[Verse]
Oh, how blind can be this empire,
Does it think to keep us down?
Does it think we'll not remember?
All the murders of the Crown.

Does it think we'd e'er forget them?
Does it think we'll ever fail?
Those who stand for you and me,
On the lonely gallows tree,
And are buried in a lonely prison grave.

[Chorus]
Tommy Williams we salute you,
And we never will forget,
Those who planned your brutal murder,
We will make them yet regret.

That sad September morn,
When Ireland's cross was proudly borne
By a lad who lies in a Belfast prison grave.

[Verse]
Years roll on but we remember,
And we never will forgive,
That sad morning in September,
When he taught us how to live.

Not as slaves shall we deny him,
Or as cowards to betray,
That young boy gay and proud,
Wrapped within a convicts shroud,
Lying in a lonely Belfast prison grave.

[Chorus]
Tommy Williams we salute you,
And we never will forget,
Those who planned your brutal murder,
We will make them yet regret.

That sad September morn,
When Ireland's cross was proudly borne
By a lad who lies in a Belfast prison grave.