Key: D Intro: D | D | G A : D Verse 1: D O see the fleet-foot host of men, G A D Who speed with faces drawn, D G D From farmstead and from fishers' cot, Bm Em A Along the banks of Ban; D G D They come with vengeance in their eyes. Bm Em A Too late! Too late are they, D For young Roddy McCorley goes to die G D On the bridge of Toome today.
Verse 2: D Up the narrow street he stepped, G A D Smiling, proud and young. D G D About the hemp-rope on his neck, Bm Em A The golden ringlets clung; D G G There is never a tear in his blue eyes, Bm Em A Both glad and right are they, D As young Roddy McCorley goes to die G D On the bridge of Toome today. Verse 3: D When he last stepped up that street, G A D His shining pike in hand D G D Behind him marched, in grim array, Bm Em A A stalwart earnest band. D G D Poor Antrim town! Poor Antrim town, Bm Em A He led them to the fray, D And young Roddy McCorley goes to die G D On the bridge of Toome today. Verse 4: D There is never a one of all your dead G A D Who bravely fled in fray D G D Than he who marches to his fate Bm Em A On the bridge of Toome today; D G D True to the last! True to the last, Bm Em A He steps the upward way, D And young Roddy McCorley goes to die G D On the bridge of Toome today D | D | G | D :
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