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Thread #32544   Message #428511
Posted By: Fiolar
29-Mar-01 - 12:47 PM
Thread Name: Roddy McCorley: date of origin ?
Subject: Lyr Add: RODDY MCCORLEY
The earlier words are as follows and my notes indicate that they were given by Donal O'Sullivan who had them from Francis-Joseph Bigger(1863 - 1926). This is the earliest version known and Bigger must have had it from another source.

You tender hearted Christians all, now listen unto me,
Till I relate these verses great, these verses two or three,
Concerning of a clever youth was cut off in his bloom,
And died upon the gallows tree, near to the bridge of Toome.

The hero whom I now speak of was proper, tall and straight,
Unto the lofty poplar tree his body was complete,
His growth was like the tufted fir that did ascend the air,
Hung wavering o'er his shoulders broad his links of yellow hair.

This youth was born in sweet Duneane and reared up tenderly,
His parents educated him by all their industry,
Both day and night they sorely toiled all for their family,
Till desolation did come on by cursed perjury.

First the father's life they took, and secondly the son,
The Mother she tore her old grey hair and says,"I am undone:
They took from me my property, my houses and my land,
And in the parish where I was bred, I dare not even stand."

"In Ballyscullion I was betrayed, now woe be to that man,
He swore me a Defender and a foe unto the crown."
Which causes Rody for to lie beneath a spreading thorn,
He sighs and says, "Alas the day that ever I was born."

"Farewell unto sweet Drummail, if in it I had stayed,
Among the Presbyterians there, I n'er had been betrayed
The gallows tree I n'er had seen had I remained there,
For Duffin he betrayed me, and MacErlain he set the snare."

Then young Rody was conveyed to Ballymenagh town,
Was loaded there with irons strong, his bed was the cold ground
And there young Rody he must lie until his hour comes,
Till the court-martial does arrive for to contrive his doom.

"Since it's upon Good Friday, the day I am to die,
The day Christ suffered for us all, Oh! why should I deny,
His head was pierced, His crown was clad with thorns most severe,
They nailed His body to a cross and pierced it with a spear."