Young Roddy Mccorley Lyrics - Kingston Trio

Oh, see the fleet foot hosts of men 

Who come with faces wan 

From farm stead and from Fisher's cot 

Along the banks of Ban 

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 

His shining pike in hand 

Around him marched in grim array 

A stalwart earnest band 

For Antrim Town! 

For Antrim Town! 

He led them to the fray, 

As young Roddy McCorley goes to die on the Bridge of Toome 

Today! 

There is never a one of all who die 

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!