Follow Me Up To Carlow

Lift, McCahir Og, your face
 Still brooding over the old disgrace?
 That Black Fitzwilliam stormed your place
 Drove you to the Fern
 Gray said victory was sure
 And 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
 Now 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're flashing over the English pale
 See all the children of the Gael
 Beneath O'Byrne's banners
 Roosters of the fighting stock
 Would you let a Saxon cock
 Crow out upon, an Irish rock?
 Fly up and teach him manners
 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, 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 flows a stream of Saxon gore
 O great is Rory Og Omore
 At sending the loons to Hades
 White is sick, Grey is fled
 And now for Black Fitzwilliams head
 We'll send it over dripping red
 To Queen Liza and her ladies
 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, out with sword
 On we'll go for by the lord
 Fiach MacHugh has given the word
 Follow me up to Carlow