[Verse]
Tyrone has lost a gallant soldier,
A mother mourns a darling son,
The little ones who called him brother,
Their hearts are sad now Willie's gone.

A carefree boy, a gifted scholar,
He loved the beauty of this land,
And Ireland's glens and lofty splendour,
And captured with an artists hand.

[Chorus]
It's well we know the price of freedom
Here in this land where Willie died,
So Irish men when you remember,
Always speak his name with pride.

[Verse]
For Ireland's cause, he died a martyr,
That summer night in '84,
Shot down unarmed by faceless strangers,
Close by the side of Lough Neagh's shore.

How many more young Irish soldiers,
Must make this awful sacrifice,
Before we break these chains of bondage,
And free the land of Willie Price.

[Chorus]
It's well we know the price of freedom
Here in this land where Willie died,
So Irish men when you remember,
Always speak his name with pride.