Roddy Mccorley

Intro 
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O see the fleet-foot host of men, 
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Who speed with faces drawn, 
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From farmstead and from fishers' cot, 
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Along the banks of Ban; 
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They come with vengeance in their eyes. 
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Too late! Too late are they, 
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For young Roddy McCorley goes to die 
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On the bridge of Toome today. 


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Up the narrow street he stepped, 
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Smiling, proud and young. 
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About the hemp-rope on his neck, 
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The golden ringlets clung; 
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There is never a tear in his blue eyes, 
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Both glad and right are they, 
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As young Roddy McCorley goes to die 
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On the bridge of Toome today. 


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When he last stepped up that street, 
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His shining pike in hand 
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Behind him marched, in grim array, 
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A stalwart earnest band. 
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Poor Antrim town! Poor Antrim town, 
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He led them to the fray, 
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And young Roddy McCorley goes to die 
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On the bridge of Toome today. 



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There is never a one of all your dead 
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Who bravely fled in fray 
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Than he who marches to his fate 
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On the bridge of Toome today; 
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True to the last! True to the last, 
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He steps the upward way, 
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And young Roddy McCorley goes to die 
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On the bridge of Toome today 

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