Roddy Mccaulay - The Clancy Brothers

O see the fleet-foot host of men

Who speed with faces wan

From farmstead and from fishers' 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 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

When last this narrow street he trod

His shining pike in hand

Behind him marched, in grim array

A earnest stalwart band

For Antrim town!

For Antrim town

He led them to the fray

And 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

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