.See the fleet-foot host of men who march, with faces drawn
From farmstead and from fisherâs cot along the banks of Ban
They come with vengeance in their eyes, but too late are they
For young Roddy McCorley goes to die on the bridge of Toome today
When last this narrow street he tro.
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