See the fleet foot host of men that speed with faces wan,
From farmstead and from fisher's cot 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 Toome today
Up the narrow street he steps smiling, proud and young
About the hemp rope on his neck the golden ringlets clung
There was never a tear in his blue eye, both sad and bright are they,
For 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 a 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 was never a one of all your dead more bravely fell in fray
Than he who marches to his fate on the bridge on 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
From farmstead and from fisher's cot 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 Toome today
Up the narrow street he steps smiling, proud and young
About the hemp rope on his neck the golden ringlets clung
There was never a tear in his blue eye, both sad and bright are they,
For 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 a 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 was never a one of all your dead more bravely fell in fray
Than he who marches to his fate on the bridge on 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