Roddy Mccorley Lyrics

RODDY MCCORLEY

(Words by Ethna Carberry; music traditional)

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 ne'er a tear in his blue eyes, fearless and brave are

they,

As young Roddy McCorley goes to die on the bridge of Toome

today.
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When last this narrow street he trod, his shining pike in hand

Behind him marched, in grim array, a earnest stalwart 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 in Toomebridge town today; ray

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.

Recorded by Kingston Trio, Clancys

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