Roddy McCorley Lyrics
Roddy Mccorley - The Clancy Brothers
O see the fleet-foot host of men
Who speed with faces warm
From farmstead and from fishers' 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 Toom today
Up the narrow street he stepped
Smiling proud and young
About the hemp-rope on his neck
The golden ringlets clung;
There's near a tear in his blue eyes
For glad and brave are they
As young Roddy McCorley goes to die
On the bridge of Toom today
When he last trod this street
His shining pike in hand
Behind him marched in grim array
A stalwart earnest band
Antrim town Antrim town
He led them to the fray
And young Roddy McCorley goes to die
On the bridge of Toom today
There's never a one of all your dead
More bravely died in fray
Than he who marches to his fate
On the bridge of Toom today;
True to the last True to the last
He treads the upwards way
And young Roddy McCorley goes to die
On the bridge of Toom today