Oh see the hosts of fleet foot men
Who 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 the narrow streets he stepped
Smiling proud and young
About the hemp rope on his neck
The golden ringlets clung
There is never a tear in his blue eyes
For glad and bright are they
As young Roddy McCorely 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 lead them to the fray
And young Roddy McCorely goes to die
On the Bridge of Toome today
There is 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 McCorely goes to die
On the Bridge of Toome today