His great-coat and his sash of green were clean and stainless then

A banner flashed beneath the sun, unto the marching men

His coat has many a rent this noon, his sash is torn away

And young Roddy McCorley goes to die on the bridge of Toome today

Oh see the host of fleet foot men who sped 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

When last he stepped up that street , his shining pike in hand

Behind him marched a grim array, a stalwart and 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

Up the narrow 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 McCorley goes to die on the bridge of Toome today

Oh Ireland, mother Ireland, you love them still the best

Those fearless men who fighting fall upon your hapless breast

There was never a one of all your dead more bravely fell in fray

Then he who marches to his fate on the bridge of Toome today

Because he loved his Motherland, because he loved the green

He goes to meet a martyr's fate with proud and joyous gleam

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