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