VERSE 1: Oh ^CSee the host of fleet foot men who s^Fped with faces ^Cwan. From farmsted and from f^Fishers ^Ccot al^Among the b^Dmanks of B^G7ann. They ^Ccome with ^Emvengence ^Fin their ^Ceyes, too l^Amate, too l^Dmate are t^G7hey, For young R^Coddy McCorly goes to die on the b^Amridge of T^Foome to^Cday. VERSE 2: When the last stepped up the stret, 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 McCorly goes to die on the bridge of Toome today. VERSE 3: Up the narrows streets 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 eyes, both sad and bright are they, For young Roddy McCorly goes to die on the bridge of Toome today.