Roddy McCorley - The Clancy Brothers

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

Cuttin' the page Things are looking up That time is out of my range One drink's what led to the change Out on my own Kicked out of the show I'll take what's mine and I'll go It's just like my old brothers used to say There's something wrong with this world And I feel it coming on And contradictions take their toll Is that where we went wrong? And something struck me It struck me deep It knocked me to my knees Roddy, step on back from me So man in the mirror Make another home here You're put together but clear You're lacking substance not fear So come right inside Welcome to my new life Separation in time And I can't keep it straight inside my head There's something wrong with this world I feel it coming on And contradictions take their toll Is that where we went wrong? And something struck me It struck me deep It knocked me to my knees Roddy, step on back from me (Step on back) Amen Amen I said amen Amen I said amen Amen Amen Ending retrograde I told you mistakes were made We're ending retrograde I told you mistakes were made We're in Retrograde Retrograde

A long time ago, way back in history, When all there was to drink was nothin but cups of tea. Along came a man by the name of Charlie Mops, And he invented a wonderful drink and he made it out of hops. He must have been an admiral a sultan or a king, And to his praises we shall always sing. Look what he has done for us he's filled us up with cheer! Lord bless Charlie Mops, the man who invented beer beer beer Tiddly beer beer beer. The Curtis bar, the James' Pub, the Hole in the Wall as well One thing you can be sure of, its Charlie's beer they sell So all ye lads a lasses at eleven O'clock ye stop For five short seconds, remember Charlie Mops 1 2 3 4 5 He must have been an admiral a sultan or a king, And to his praises we shall always sing. Look what he has done for us he's filled us up with cheer! Lord bless Charlie Mops, the man who invented beer beer beer Tiddly beer beer beer. A barrel of malt, a bushel of hops, you stir it around with a stick, The kind of lubrication to make your engine tick. 40 pints of wallop a day will keep away the quacks. Its only eight pence hapenny and one and six in tax, 1 2 3 4 5 He must have been an admiral a sultan or a king, And to his praises we shall always sing. Look what he has done for us he's filled us up with cheer! Lord bless Charlie Mops, the man who invented beer beer beer Tiddly beer beer beer. The Lord bless Charlie Mops!

Who's that stomping all over my face Where's that silhouette I'm trying to trace Who's putting sponge in the bells I once rung And taking my gypsy before she's begun To singing in the meaning of what's in my mind Before I can take home what's rightfully mine Joinin' and listenin' and talkin' in rhymes Stoppin' the feeling to wait for the times Who's saying baby, that don't mean a thing 'Cause nowadays Clancy can't even sing And who's all hung-up on that happiness thing Who's trying to tune all the bells that he rings And who's in the corner and down on the floor With pencil and paper just counting the score Who's trying to act like he's just in between The line isn't black, if you know that it's green Don't bother looking, you're too blind to see Who's coming on like he wanted to be Who's saying baby, that don't mean a thing 'Cause nowadays Clancy can't even sing And who's coming home on the old nine-to-five Who's got the feeling that he came alive Though havin' it, sharin' it ain't quite the same Painted gold nugget, you can't lay a claim Who's seeing eyes through the crack in the floor There it is baby, don't you worry no more Who should be sleepin', but is writing this song Wishin' and a-hopin' he weren't so damned wrong Who's saying baby, that don't mean a thing 'Cause nowadays Clancy can't even sing Who's saying baby, that don't mean a thing 'Cause nowadays Clancy can't even sing