"Follow Me Up To Carlow" lyrics

O Lift MacCahir Óg your face, brooding o'er the old disgrace
That black Fitzwilliam stormed your place and sent 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
Fallen is your star, low
Up with Halbert, on with sword
On we'll go for by the Lord
Fiach MacHugh has given the word
Follow me up to Carlow

O 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 the fighting stock, would you let the 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 Halbert, on with sword
On we'll go for by the Lord
Fiach MacHugh has given the word
Follow me up to Carlow

From Teach Sagard to Cluain Mhór there flows the stream of Saxon gore
O, great is Rory Óg O'More, for sending loons to Hades
For White is sick and Grey has fled and 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
Fallen is your star, low
Up with Halbert, on with sword
On we'll go for by the Lord
Fiach MacHugh has given the word
Follow me up to Carlow