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Lyrics:
Oh see the host of fleet-footed men who speed with faces wan, 
From farmstead and from fishers-cot along the banks of Bann. 
They come with vengeance in their eyes but too late, too late are they, 
For young Roddy McCorley goes to die on the Bridge of Toome today.

When last he 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 lead them to the fray, 
And 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.

Pat Clancy’s, “The Clancy Brothers”, lyrics:
Oh, see the fleet foot hosts of men who speed with faces wan
From farm stead and from thresher’s 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 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!

“Roddy McCorley” ~ words by Ethna Carberry:
O see the fleet-foot host of men, who march with faces drawn,
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 Toome today.

Oh Ireland, Mother Ireland, you love them still the best 
The fearless brave who fighting fall upon your hapless breast, 
But 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. 

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.
To Antrim town! To Antrim town, he led them to the fray,
But young Roddy McCorley goes to die on the bridge of Toome today.

The grey coat and its sash of green were brave and stainless then, 
A banner flashed beneath the sun over the marching men; 
The coat hath many a rent this noon, the sash is torn away, 
And Roddy McCorley goes to die on the bridge of Toome today.

Oh, how his pike flashed in the sun! Then found a foeman’s heart, 
Through furious fight, and heavy odds he bore a true man’s part 
And many a red-coat bit the dust before his keen pike-play, 
But 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.

%%text rev: v1.0, September 26, 2017 - wdm