Lyrics Young Roddy McCorley - Tommy Makem , The Clancy Brothers

Oh see the fleet-foot host of men
Who speed with faces wan
From farmstead and to fisher's cot
Along the banks of Bann

They come with vengeance in their eyes
Too late, too late are they
For young Roddy McCorley goes to die
On the bridge of Toombe today

Up the narrow street he stepped
Smiling proud and young
About the hemp rope on his neck
The golden ringlets clung

There is never a tear in his blue eyes
For glad and bright are they
As young Roddy McCorley goes to die
On the bridge of Toombe today

When he last stepped up that street
His shining pike in hand
Behind him marched in grim away
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 Toombe today

There is never a one of all your men
Who bravely fell in fray
Than he who marches to his fate
On the bridge of Toombe 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 Toombe today