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The freshmen of Saint Andrew's Academy sing Roddy McCorley

http://saintandrewsacademy.org/donate Oh, see the fleet-foot hosts of men who speed with faces wan, From farmstead and from fishers 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 stepped, smiling, proud and young, About the hemp-rope on his neck, the golden ringlets clung; There was never a tear in his blue eyes, both sad and bright are they, As 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, But young Roddy McCorley goes to die on the bridge of Toome today. There's never a one of all your dead more bravely fell in fray Than he who marches to his fate in on the brig of Toome today; True to the last! True to the last, he treads the upwards way, And young Roddy McCorley goes to die on the bridge of Toome today.