Standard (EADGBE)
Verse 1
Oh See the host of fleet foot men who sped with faces wan.
From farmstedt and from fishers cot along the banks of B ann.
They come with vengence in their eyes, too late, too late are t hey,
For young Roddy McCorly goes to die on the bridge of Toome to day.
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.