Verse 1: Oh See the host of day. Verse 2: When the last stepped up the stret, 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 McCorly goes to die on the bridge of Toome today. Verse 3: Up the narrows streets he steps, smiling proud and young. About the hemp rope on his neck, the golden ringlets clung. There was never a tear in his blue eyes, both sad and bright are they, For young R (azchords.com)