"Billy Reid" lyrics

I'll sing you a song of a terrible war
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

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

It happened one day, when the bold I.R.A
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

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

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

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

Although he was 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

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

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

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