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.