[Verse]
I'll sing you a song of a terrible wrong,
When the flags all flew at half mast,
For a man, he lay dead, he was riddled with lead,
And he died on the streets of Belfast.

[Chorus]
All the radio said, "Was another shot dead,
And he died with a gun in his hand",
But they didn't say why Billy Reid had to die,
For he died to free Ireland.

[Verse]
Well it happened one day when the bold IRA,
Were fighting to free their land,
With an old Thompson gun, put the Brits on the run,
And return to their home was their plan.

When returning thе guns, Billy met British Huns,
And when the fight had bеgun,
His position was dire for his gun wouldn't fire,
So he died with that old Thompson gun.

[Chorus]
All the radio said, "Was another shot dead,
And he died with a gun in his hand",
But they didn't say why Billy Reid had to die,
For he died to free Ireland.

[Verse]
Although he lay dead, he was kicked in the head,
By the hair, they dragged him around,
But they still fear him yet, and they'll never forget,
How brave Billy Reid stood his ground.

[Chorus]
All the radio said, "Was another shot dead,
And he died with a gun in his hand",
But they didn't say why Billy Reid had to die,
For he died to free Ireland.