Follow Me Up to Carlow

Lift MacCahir Óg your face brooding o'er the old disgrace
 That black Fitzwilliam stormed your place, drove you to the Fern
 Grey said victory was sure soon the firebrand he'd secure;
 Until he met at Glenmalure with Fiach Mac Hugh O'Byrne.
 Curse and swear Lord Kildare
 Fiach will do what Fiach will dare
 Now Fitzwilliam, have a care
 For 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, flashing o'er the English Pale
 See all the children of the Gael, beneath O'Byrne's banners
 Rooster of a 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
 For 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
 Now Fitzwilliam, have a care
 For 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 Óg O'More at sending the loons to Hades.
 White is sick, Grey is fled, now for black Fitzwilliam's head
 We'll send it over dripping red, to Liza and her ladies.
 Curse and swear Lord Kildare
 Fiach will do what Fiach will dare
 Now Fitzwilliam, have a care
 For 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,
 Curse and swear Lord Kildare
 Fiach will do what Fiach will dare
 Now Fitzwilliam, have a care
 For 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.