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Roddy McCorley (Ethna Carbury)
D G D
O see the fleet-foot host of men, who march with faces drawn,
G D Bm Em A7
From farmstead and from fishers' cot, along the banks of Ban;
D F#m G D Bm Em A7
They come with vengeance in their eyes. Too late! Too late are they,
D Bm G D
For young Roddy McCorley goes to die on the bridge of Toome today.
D G D
Up the narrow street he stepped, so smiling, proud and young.
G D Bm Em A7
About the hemp-rope on his neck, the golden ringlets clung;
D F#m G D Bm Em A7
There's ne'er a tear in his blue eyes, fearless and brave are they,
D Bm G D
As young Roddy McCorley goes to die on the bridge of Toome today.
D G D
When last this narrow street he trod, his shining pike in hand
G D Bm Em A7
Behind him marched, in grim array, an earnest stalwart band.
D F#m G D Bm Em A7
To Antrim town! To Antrim town, he led them to the fray,
D Bm G D
But young Roddy McCorley goes to die on the bridge of Toome today.
D G D
There's never a one of all your dead more bravely died in fray
G D Bm Em A7
Than he who marches to his fate in Toomebridge town today; ray
D F#m G D Bm Em A7
True to the last! True to the last, he treads the upwards way,
D Bm G D
And young Roddy McCorley goes to die on the bridge of Toome today.
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