Kingston Trio - Roddy McCorley lyrics

Oh see the hosts of fleet foot 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 For young Roddy McCorley goes to die On the Bridge of Toome today Up the narrow streets he stepped Smiling proud and young About the hemp rope on his neck The golden ringlets clung There is never a tear in his blue eyes For glad and bright are they As young Roddy McCorely 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 lead them to the fray And young Roddy McCorely goes to die On the Bridge of Toome today There is 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 McCorely goes to die On the Bridge of Toome today