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