The Dubliners

The Dubliners - Roddy Mccorley songtekst

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See the fleet foot host of men
That speed with faces wan,
From farmstead and from fisher? s 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 narrow street 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 eye,
Both sad and bright are they,
For young Roddy McCorley goes to die
On the bridge of Toome today.

When he last stepped up that street,
His shinning 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 McCorley goes to die
On the bridge of Toome today.

There was never a one of all your dead
More bravely fell in fray
Than he who marches to his fate
On the bridge of Toome today.
True to the last, true to the last,
He treads the upward way,
And young Roddy McCorley goes to die
On the bridge of Toome today.
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Copyrights:

Auteur: John Sheehan, Ronnie Drew, Ciaron Bourke, Luke Kelly, Barney Mckenna

Componist: John Sheehan, Ronnie Drew, Ciaron Bourke, Luke Kelly, Barney Mckenna

Publisher: Union Square Music

Details:

Uitgegeven in: 1973

Taal: Engels

Komt voor op: In Concert (1965) , At Their Best (1996)

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