Follow Me Up To Carlow

Well lift, MacCahir Og, your face You're brooding o'er your old disgrace And then Fitzwilliam stormed your place He sent you to the Fern, hey! And Grey said victory was sure Soon the firebrand he'd secure Until he met at Glenmalure With Fiach MacHugh O'Byrne Curse and swear Lord Kildare Fiach will do what Fiach will dare Tell Fitzwilliam, have a care Fallen is your star, low Up with halberd, out with sword On we'll go, for by the Lord Fiach MacHugh has given the word Follow me up to Carlow From Tassagart to Clonmore There streams a flow of Saxon gore Oh, great Rory Oge O'More Sendin' fools to Hades, hey! White is sick and Grey is fled We'll steal poor black Fitzwilliam's head We'll send it over, drippin' red For Liza and her ladies Curse and swear Lord Kildare Fiach will do what Fiach will dare Tell Fitzwilliam, have a care Fallen is your star, low Up with halberd, out with sword On we'll go, for by the Lord Fiach MacHugh has given the word Follow me up to Carlow See the swords of Glen Imayle They flash all o'er the English pale See all the children of the Gael Beneath O'Byrne's banner, hey! Rooster of a fightin' stock Now would you let a Saxon cock Crow out upon an Irish rock? Fly up, and we'll teach him manners Curse and swear Lord Kildare Fiach will do what Fiach will dare Tell Fitzwilliam, have a care Fallen is your star, low Up with halberd, out with sword On we'll go, for by the Lord Fiach MacHugh has given the word Follow me up to Carlow Curse and swear Lord Kildare Fiach will do what Fiach will dare Tell Fitzwilliam, have a care Fallen is your star, low Up with halberd, out with sword On we'll go, for by the Lord Fiach MacHugh has given the word Follow me up to Carlow