Billy Reid - The Davitts

I’ll sing You a song of a terrible wrong

When the flag it flew at half mast

When a man he lay dead was riddled with led

And he died on the streets of Belfast

Oh, 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

It happend one day when the bold I.R.A

Went out to fight for their land

With an old Thompson gun, put the troops on the run

To return to their home was their plan

Oh, 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

While retuning the guns Billy met British huns

And when the fight was begun

His poosition was dire and the gun wouldn’t fire

And he died with that old Thompson gun

Oh, 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

Although he lay dead he was kicked in the head

By the heir they dragged him around

But they still fear him yet the will never forget

How brave Billy Reid stood his ground

Oh, 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

If you think he was right come and join in the fight

And help to free Belfast

For the blood Billy shed although he lies dead

In our hearts his memory will last

Oh, 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

Oh, 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