[C]Still in memory fresh I [G]keep,

Of a night in Brlfast[D] prison,

Una[C]shamed I saw men[G] weep.

[2]

As the time was fast approaching,

A lad lay sentenced for to die,

On the second of september,

He goes to meet his God on high.

[3]

Now he's marching to the scaffold,

Head erect he shows no fear,

And while standing on that scaffold,

Ireland's cross he holds so dear.

[4]

Now the cruel blow has fallen,

For Ireland he has given all,

Who in the flower of manhood,

Proudly answered to the call.

[5]

Brave Tom Williams we salute you,

And we never shall forget,

Thoes who planned your brutal murder,

We vow we'll make them all regret.

[6]

So[G] I say to Irish[D] solders,

[C]If from[D] Tom's path you chance to[G] stray,

Just keep memory of that[Em] morn,

When Ireland's[C] cross was proudly[D] borne,

By a lad who lies within this[C] prison [G]grave.