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