Roddy Mccorley Lyrics - Shane Macgowan And The Popes

When he stepped up the narrow street 

Smiling proud and young 

Around the hemp, around his neck 

The golden ringlets clung 

There was never a tear in his blue eyes 

But sad and bright were they 

And young Roddy McCorley goes to die 

On the bridge of Tuam today 

When he last stepped up that street 

Shining steel in hand 

Behind him marched in gray array 

A stalwart earnest band 

For Antrim town, for Antrim town 

He lept into the fray 

Now young Roddy McCorley goes to die 

On the bridge of Tuam today 

See the host of fleet foot men 

Dismayed with faces wan 

From Verners house and fishers cut 

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 Tuam today