Young Roddy McCorley Lyrics
Young Roddy McCorley - The Clancy Brothers/Tommy Makem
Oh see the fleet foot hosts of men
Who's been with faces wan
From farm stead and from Fisher's cot
Along the banks of Ban
They come with vengeance in their eyes
Too late too late are they
For young Roddy mccorley goes to die
On the Bridge of Toome today
Up the narrow street he stepped
Smiling proud and young
About the h**p rope on his neck
The golden ringlets clung
There is never a tear in his blue eyes
Both glad and bright are they
As young Roddy mccorley goes to die
On the Bridge of Toome today
When he last stepped up that street
His shining pike in hand
Be hiting marched in grim array
A stalwart earnest band
For Antrim Town
For Antrim Town
He led them to the fray
And young Roddy mccorley goes to die
On the Bridge of Toome today
There is never a one of all you're dead
More bravely fell in fray
Than he who marches to his fate
On the Bridge of Toome today
True to the last true to the last
He treads the upward way
And young Roddy mccorley goes to die
On the Bridge of Toome today