Roddy McCorley 歌詞
Roddy McCorley - The Clancy Brothers/Tommy Makem
O see the fleet-foot host of men
Who march with faces drawn
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 Toome today
Up the narrow street he stepped
So smiling proud and young
About the hemp-rope on his neck
The golden ringlets clung;
There's never a tear in his blue eyes
Fearless and brave are they
As young Roddy McCorley goes to die
On the bridge of Toome today
When he last this narrow street
His shining pike in hand
Behind him marched in grim array
A stalwart earnest band
To Antrim town To Antrim town
He led them to the fray
But young Roddy McCorley goes to die
On the bridge of Toome today
There's never a one of all your dead
More bravely died in fray
Than he who marches to his fate
Toomebridge of town 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 Toome today