Roddy Mccorley Lyrics & Chords By Jesse Ferguson

O see the fleet-foot host of men, Who march with faces drawn, From farmstead and from fishers' cot, Along the banks of Ban; They come with vengeance in their eyes. Too late!...read more

Roddy McCorley A Ballad of the 1798 rising See the fleet foot host of men That speed with faces wan, From farmstead and from fisher? s cot Along the banks of Bann, They...read more

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...read more

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...read more