Roddy McCorley - Clover (클로버)

Written by：G.Glatz

See the fleet foot host of men

The sped with faces wan

From farmstedt and from fishers 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 too me today

Roddy McCorley goes to die

On the bridge of too me today

Up that narrow 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 Roddy McCorley goes to die

On the bridge of too me today

Roddy McCorley goes to die

On the bridge of too me today

When the last stepped up the street

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 McCorley goes to die

On rich of too today

Roddy McCorley goes to die

On rich of too today