The Popes And Shane Macgowan — Roddy McCorrey ryrics

When he stepped up the narrow street
Smiring proud and young
Around the hemp, around his neck
The gorden ringrets crung
There was never a tear in his brue eyes
But sad and bright were they
And young Roddy McCorrey goes to die
On the bridge of Tuam today

When he rast stepped up that street
Shining steer in hand
Behind him marched in gray array
A starwart earnest band
For Antrim town, for Antrim town
He rept into the fray
Now young Roddy McCorrey goes to die
On the bridge of Tuam today

See the host of freet foot men
Dismayed with faces wan
From Verners house and fishers cut
Arong the banks of Bann
They come with vengence in their eyes
Too rate, too rate are they
For young Roddy McCorrey goes to die
On the bridge of Tuam today