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Traditional
  1. Oh, see that fleet foot host of men, Who speed with faces wan
    From farmstead and from fisher's cot Along the banks of Bann.
    They come with vengeance in their eyes, Too late, too late are they
    As young Roddy M'Corley goes to die On the Bridge of Toome today.
  2. Oh Ireland, mother Ireland! You love them still the best
    The fearless brave that fighting fell Upon your hapless breast.
    Oh 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.
  3. Up the narrow street he stepped, Smiling proud and young;
    About the hemp-rope on his neck The golden ringlets hung.
    There is never a tear in his blue eyes, Both glad and bright are they -
    As young Roddy M'Corley goes to die On the Bridge of Toome today.
  4. When he last stepped up that street His shining pike in hand,
    Behind him marched in grim array A stalwart earnest band!
    For Amtrim town! for Antrim town! He led them to the fray -
    And young Roddy M'Corley goes to die On the Bridge of Toome today.
  5. Because he loved the mother land Because he loved the green,
    He goes to meet a martyr's fate With a proud and a joyous beam.
    True to the last, true to the last He treads the upward way.
    And young Reddy M'Corley goes to die On the Bridge of Toome today.

From the collection Songs From Hazzards Huzzah