Roddy McCorley

When he stepped up the narrow street Smiling proud and young Around the hemp, around his neck The golden ringlets clung There was never a tear in his blue eyes But sad and bright were they And young Roddy McCorley goes to die On the bridge of Tuam today When he last stepped up that street Shining steel in hand Behind him marched in gray array A stalwart earnest band For Antrim town, for Antrim town He lept into the fray Now young Roddy McCorley goes to die On the bridge of Tuam today See the host of fleet foot men Dismayed with faces wan From Verners house and fishers cut 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 Tuam today