When he stepped up the narrow street  Smiling proud and young  Around the hemp, around his neck  The golden ringlets clung  There was never a tear in his blue eyes  Both sad and bright were they  And young Roddy McCorley goes to die  On the bridge of Tuam today  When he last stepped up that street  Shining steel in hand  Behind him marched in grim array  A stalwart, earnest band  For Antrim town, for Antrim town  He lept into the fray  Now young Roddy McCorley goes to die  On the bridge of Tuam today  See the host of fleet foot men  Dismayed with faces wan  >From Verners house and fishers cut  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 Tuam today