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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