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Roddy of Duneane (Roddy McCorley History)
Tommy Makem sings Roddy McCorley
Roddy McCorley
O see the fleet-foot host of men, who march with faces wan,
From farmstead and from fishers' 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's ne'er a tear in his blue eyes, both glad and bright are 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
Behind him marched, in grim array, an 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's 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.
This song is also known as Rodai Mac Corlai, Roddy McCorley’s, Roddy McCorley’s March, Sean South, Sean South From Garryowen, Sean South Of Garryowen
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