See the fleet foot host of men
The 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 too me today
Roddy mccorley goes to die
On the bridge of too me today
Up that 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 too me today
Roddy mccorley goes to die
On the bridge of too me 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 too me today
Roddy mccorley goes to die
On the bridge of too me today
