Years ago there was a Irish woman, named Maura I believe, who worked at the front desk at the Griswold Inn in Essex,Ct.USA. Whenever anyone sang Roddy McCorley, she'd come into the bar and tell the story of her Great Great ... ? Grandfather or Uncle or someone being the hangman who hung him. I'm suprised I don't recall all the details of the story I'v certainly heard it enough times.