Pat Clancy
Oh, see the fleet foot hosts of men who speed with faces wan
From Farmstead and from 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 Toome today!
Up the narrow street he stepped, smiling and proud and young
About the hemp rope on his neck, the golden ringlets clung
There's never a tear in his blue eyes, both glad and bright are they
As young Roddy McCorley goes to die on the Bridge of Toome today!
When he last stepped up that street his shining pike in hand
Behind him marched in grim array a stalwart earnest band
For Antrim Town! For Antrim Town! He led them to the fray
As young Roddy McCorley goes to die on the Bridge of Toome today!
There's never a one of all who die more bravely fell in fray
Than he who marches to his fate on the Bridge of Toome 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 Toome today!
As young Roddy McCorley goes to die on the Bridge of Toome today!

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