Rody MacCorley |
Anna MacManus, who used the pen-name Ethna Carbery
Ho! see the fleetfoot hosts of men Who speed with faces wan, From farmstead and from fishers cot Upon the banks of the Bann. They come with vengeance in their eyes. Too late, too late are they. For Rody MacCorley goes to die On the Bridge of Toome today.
2. Oh Ireland, Mother Ireland,
3. Up the narrow street he stepped | 4. Ah! when he last stepped up that street 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 Rody MacCorley goes to die On the Bridge of Toome today.
5. The grey coat and its sash of green
6. Oh! how his pike flashed to the sun! |
7. Because he loved the Motherland, Because he loved the Green, He goes to meet the martyrs fate With proud and joyous mien, True to the last, true to the last, He treads the upward way Young Rody MacCorley goes to die On the Bridge of Toome today. |