Pat Clancy
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Oh, see the fleet foot hosts of men who come with faces wan
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From farm stead and from thresher's cot along the banks of Ban.
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They come with vengeance in their eyes, too late, too late are they,
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For young Roddy McCorley goes to die on the Bridge of Toome today!
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Up the narrow street he stepped, smiling, proud and young.
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About the hemp rope on his neck, the golden ringlets clung.
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There was never a tear in his blue eyes, both glad and bright were they,
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As young Roddy McCorley goes to die on the Bridge of Toome today!
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When he last stepped up that street his shining pike in hand
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Around him marched in grim array a stalwart earnest band.
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For Antrim Town! For Antrim Town! He led them to the fray,
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As young Roddy McCorley goes to die on the Bridge of Toome today!
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There is never a one of all who die more bravely fell in fray
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Than he who marches to his death on the Bridge of Toome today.
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True to the last, true to the last, he treads the upward way
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And young Roddy McCorley goes to die on the Bridge of Toome today!
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As young Roddy McCorley goes to die on the Bridge of Toome today!
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Young Roddy McCorley
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