Follow Me up to Carlow/Holt's Way

Lift mcCahir Og your face
 You're brooding over the old disgrace
 That Black Fitzwilliam stormed your place and sent you to the ferns
 Grey said victory was sure
 Soon the firebrand he'd secured
 Until he met at Glenmalure with Fiach MacHugh O'Byrne
 Curse and swear Lord Kildare
 Fiach will do what fiach will dare
 Now Fitzwilliam have a care
 Fallen is your star low
 Up with halberd our with sword
 On we go for by the Lord
 Fiach MacHugh has given the word
 Follow me up to Carlow.
 See the swords of Glen Imaal
 Go flashing o'er the English pale
 See all the children on the Gael beneath O'Byrne's banner
 Rooster of the fighting stock
 Would you let a saxon cock
 Crow out upon an Irish rock, fly up and teach him manners
 From Teach Sagard to Clonmore
 There flows a stream of Saxon gore
 And great is Rory Og O'More at sending the loons to hades
 White is sick and Grey has fled
 Now for Black Fitzwilliam's head
 We'll send it over dripping red to Liza and her ladies