Oh, see the fleet-foot host of men
Who come with faces wan
From Farmstead and from Fisherscut
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, proud, and young
About the hemp rope on his neck
The golden ringlets clung
There was never a tear in his blue eyes
Both glad and bright were they
As young Roddy McCorley goes to die
On the Bridge of Toome today
When he last stepped up that street
Shining pikes in hand
Around him was in grim array
A stalwart, firmest band
For Runton town, for Runton town
He led them to the fray
As young Roddy McCorley goes to die
On the Bridge of Toome today
There is nary a one of all your dead
Who bravely fell in fray
Than he who marches to his death
On the Bridge of Toome today
True to the last, true to the last
He treads the upward way
As 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
Writer(s): Dp, Ciaran Francis Bourke, Ronald Joseph Drew, Barney Mackenna, Luke Kelly, John Edmund Sheehan Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
