TOM WILLIAMS

I know of no other song about Tom Williams except the following. This is from memory and a few of the words may not be correct but most of the song is here.

Time goes by as years roll onwards but in my memory fresh I'll keep
Of a night in Belfast prison, unshamefully I saw men weep.

For 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 walking to the scaffold. Head erect, he shows no fear;
For on his proud and gallant shoulders Ireland's cross he holds so dear.

Now the cruel blow has fallen. For Ireland he has fought and died;
And we the countrymen who bore him will love and honour him with pride.

So come all you Irish rebels
If from the path you chance to stray
Bear in memory of the morn
When Irelands cross was proudly borne
By a lad who lay within these prison walls.