Chords for Tommy Makem - Roddy McCorley

[Eb] _ _ _ _ _ One of the great young heroes of [G] Irish history was a young man that [Eb] would have [G] remained,
his name would have remained in oblivion, [Bb] but for a [Gbm] song that kept his [Bb] memory _ well and
alive and blossoming all down through the years.
This young man was hanged in a village called Tombridge in County Antrim for his part [Eb] in
an uprising in [Ab] 1798.
His name was [Eb] Roddy McCauley.
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_ [Eb] For young Roddy McCauley goes to die [Ab] on the bridge of [Eb] tomb today.
_ _ The narrow street he stepped, [Ab] _ smiling proud [Eb] and young.
_ _ About the hand probe [Ab]
on his [Eb] neck, the [Cm] golden [Fm] ringlet [Bb] strung.
_ There is [Eb] never a [Ab] tear in his [Eb] blue [Cm] eyes, both glad and [Fm] bright [Bb] are they.
As [Eb] young Roddy McCauley goes to die on the [Ab] bridge of tomb [Eb]
today.
_ When he last stepped up that street, [Ab] his shining [Eb] pagan hand.
_ Behind him marched [Ab] in grim [Eb] array [Cm] a [Fm] stalwart [Bb] earnest band.
_ [Eb] For Antrim [Ab] town, for [Eb] Antrim town [Cm] he led [Fm] them to [Bb] the fray.
[Eb] And young Roddy McCauley goes to die [Ab] on the bridge of [Eb] tomb today.
There is never one of all your dead [Ab] more bravely [Eb] fell in prey.
Than he who [Ab] marches to [Eb] his fate on [Cm] the bridge [Fm] of tomb [Bb] today. _
True [Eb] to the last, true [Ab] to the [Eb] last, he steps [Fm] the upward [Bb] way.
And [Eb] young Roddy McCauley goes to die [Ab] on the bridge of [Eb] tomb today. _
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