Time goes past as years go onwards,
Still in my memory fresh I keep,
Of that night in Belfast prison,
Where unashamed I saw men weep.

As 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 he's marching towards the scaffolds,
Head erect he shows no fear,
And while standing on that scaffold,
Ireland's cross he holds most dear.

And 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,
Who from Tom's path you chance to stray,
Just keep in memory of that morn,
When Ireland's cross was proudly borne,
By a man who lies within that prison clay.