Young Roddy McCorley - The Kingston Trio

See the host of fleet foot men

Who sped with faces wan

From farmstedt 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 streets he steps

Smiling proud and young

About the hemp rope on his neck

The golden ringlets clung

There was never a tear in his blue eyes

Both sad and bright are they

For young Roddy McCorley goes to die

On the bridge of Toome today

When the last stepped up the 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

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

On the bridge Toome 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