They Fired Willy

Oh, young Willy lived in Dublin
Ballyfermot he'd be found
And he cried at the day
That they took his woman down

Well, they took her to a prison
Bound her hands and pushed her round
From the gallows she's the last one
In Ireland they would hang

So we banged on the buses
And we stamped on the ground
As young Willy for the last time
Walked slowly down the line

And for crimes that the people
Would not speak of on the ground
Young Willy's wife was left there
To dangle all around

Now young Willy was a hard man
A worker by design
He pressed cold steel for the buses
Sent them down the line

So we banged on the buses
And we stamped on the ground
As young Willy for the last time
Walked slowly down the line

But his mind it grew harder
And empty by the sight
Of the wife he loved dearly
From the gallows high

And in the days that did follow
Did his pace at work fall down
Cried the boss man I'll not have you
Working on the line

And with his head hanging low
And his tears all fall around
Young Willy packed his tools up
And headed into town

Now young Willy he is one of us
And we take care of our own
And no honest man should have to walk
With his head so hanging low

So we banged on the buses
And we stamped on the ground
As young Willy for the last time
Walked slowly down the line

Oh we banged on the buses
And we stamped on the ground
And we all took our turn
To shake young Willy's hand