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

[Chorus]
And the radio said, "There's another shot dead,
And he died with a gun in his hand",
And it didn't say why Billy Reid had to die,
He died to free our land.

[Verse]
It happened one day, when the bold IRA,
Went out to fight for their land,
With an old Thompson gun, they'd the Brits on the run,
And returning to home was their plan.

[Chorus]
And the radio said, "There's another shot dеad,
And he died with a gun in his hand",
And it didn't say why Billy Reid had to diе,
He died to free our land.

[Verse]
When returning the gun, Billy met British huns,
And when the fight had begun,
His position was dire and his gun would not fire,
And he died with his old Thompson gun.

[Chorus]
And the radio said, "There's another shot dead,
And he died with a gun in his hand",
And it didn't say why Billy Reid had to die,
He died to free our land.

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

[Chorus]
And the radio said, "There's another shot dead,
And he died with a gun in his hand",
And it didn't say why Billy Reid had to die,
He died to free our land.

[Verse]
If you think he was right, come and join in the fight,
And help to free Belfast,
For the blood that he shed, and although he lay dead,
In our minds his memory will last.

[Chorus]
And the radio said, "There's another shot dead,
And he died with a gun in his hand",
And it didn't say why Billy Reid had to die,
He died to free our land.