C F C Verse 1: Oh See the host of fleet foot men who sped with faces wan. F C Am Dm G7 From farmstedt and from fishers cot along the banks of Bann. C Em F C Am Dm G7 They come with vengence in their eyes, too late, too late are they, C Am F C For young Roddy McCorly goes to die on the bridge of Toome today. 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.