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Young Roddy M'Corley

Ireland.
Roddy M'Corley took part in the uprising of 1798 at Toomebridge, in County Antrim.
He was hanged for it.
MIDI

    Oh see the fleet foot hosts of men,
    Who speed with faces wan,
    From farmstead and from thresher's cot
    Along the banks of Ban.
    They come with vengeance in their eyes,
    Too late, too late are they,
    For young Roddy M'Corley goes to die
    On the Bridge of Toome today.

    Up the narrow street he stepped,
    Smiling and proud and young;
    About the hemp rope on his neck
    The golden ringlets clung.
    There's never a tear in his blue eyes,
    Both glad and bright are they,
    As young Roddy M'Corley goes to die
    On the Bridge of Toome today.

    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 young Roddy M'Corley goes to die
    On the Bridge of Toome today.

    There's 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 M'Corley goes to die
    On the Bridge of Toome today.