The Dubliners - Roddy Maccorley lyrics

See the fleet foot
Host of men will speed with faces wan
From farmstead and from fisher's cot
Along the banks of Bann
They come with vengeance in
Their eye, too late, too late are they
For young Roddy McCorley goes to die
On the bridge of Toome today
Up the narrow street 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 eye
Both sad and bright are they
For 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
And young Roddy McCorley goes to die
On the bridge of Toome today
There was never a one of all your dead
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