Follow Me Up to Carlow
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โฑ๏ธ 3:18 duration
๐ ID: 3390640
๐ Lyrics
Lift MacCahir รg your face, brooding o'er the old disgrace
That black FitzWilliam stormed your place and drove you to the Fern
Grey 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 his word,
Follow me up to Carlow!
See the swords of Glen Imall, the flashin' 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
Fallen is your star low
Up with halberd, out with sword
On we'll go for by the Lord
Fiach MacHugh has given his word,
Follow me up to Carlow!
(X2)
From Tassagart to Clonmore, there flows a stream of Saxon gore
And great is Rory รg O'More, and sending the loons to Hades
White is sick and Grey is fled, now for black FitzWilliam's 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 his word,
Follow me up to Carlow!
That black FitzWilliam stormed your place and drove you to the Fern
Grey 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 his word,
Follow me up to Carlow!
See the swords of Glen Imall, the flashin' 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
Fallen is your star low
Up with halberd, out with sword
On we'll go for by the Lord
Fiach MacHugh has given his word,
Follow me up to Carlow!
(X2)
From Tassagart to Clonmore, there flows a stream of Saxon gore
And great is Rory รg O'More, and sending the loons to Hades
White is sick and Grey is fled, now for black FitzWilliam's 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 his word,
Follow me up to Carlow!
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:23.67] Lift MacCahir รg your face, brooding o'er the old disgrace
[00:27.94] That black FitzWilliam stormed your place and drove you to the Fern
[00:32.96] Grey said victory was sure and soon the firebrand he'd secure
[00:37.60] Until he met at Glenmalure with Fiach MacHugh O'Byrne
[00:42.62] Curse and swear Lord Kildare
[00:46.15] Fiach will do what Fiach will dare
[00:48.56] Now FitzWilliam, have a care
[00:50.79] Fallen is your star low
[00:53.39] Up with halberd, out with sword
[00:55.90] On we'll go for by the Lord
[00:58.22] Fiach MacHugh has given his word,
[01:01.20] Follow me up to Carlow!
[01:06.20] See the swords of Glen Imall, the flashin' o'er the English Pale
[01:10.20] See all the children of the Gael, beneath O'Byrne's banners
[01:15.17] Rooster of a fighting stock, would you let a Saxon cock
[01:20.37] Crow out upon an Irish rock, fly up and teach him manners
[01:25.29] Curse and swear Lord Kildare
[01:28.45] Fiach will do what Fiach will dare
[01:30.96] Now FitzWilliam, have a care
[01:33.09] Fallen is your star low
[01:36.06] Up with halberd, out with sword
[01:38.29] On we'll go for by the Lord
[01:40.80] Fiach MacHugh has given his word,
[01:43.31] Follow me up to Carlow!
[02:29.24] (X2)
[02:30.34] From Tassagart to Clonmore, there flows a stream of Saxon gore
[02:35.68] And great is Rory รg O'More, and sending the loons to Hades
[02:40.05] White is sick and Grey is fled, now for black FitzWilliam's head
[02:45.81] We'll send it over, dripping red, to Queen Liza and her ladies
[02:49.99] Curse and swear Lord Kildare
[02:53.33] Fiach will do what Fiach will dare
[02:55.84] Now FitzWilliam, have a care
[02:58.07] Fallen is your star low
[03:01.13] Up with halberd, out with sword
[03:03.36] On we'll go for by the Lord
[03:05.87] Fiach MacHugh has given his word,
[03:08.75] Follow me up to Carlow!
[03:13.34]
[00:27.94] That black FitzWilliam stormed your place and drove you to the Fern
[00:32.96] Grey said victory was sure and soon the firebrand he'd secure
[00:37.60] Until he met at Glenmalure with Fiach MacHugh O'Byrne
[00:42.62] Curse and swear Lord Kildare
[00:46.15] Fiach will do what Fiach will dare
[00:48.56] Now FitzWilliam, have a care
[00:50.79] Fallen is your star low
[00:53.39] Up with halberd, out with sword
[00:55.90] On we'll go for by the Lord
[00:58.22] Fiach MacHugh has given his word,
[01:01.20] Follow me up to Carlow!
[01:06.20] See the swords of Glen Imall, the flashin' o'er the English Pale
[01:10.20] See all the children of the Gael, beneath O'Byrne's banners
[01:15.17] Rooster of a fighting stock, would you let a Saxon cock
[01:20.37] Crow out upon an Irish rock, fly up and teach him manners
[01:25.29] Curse and swear Lord Kildare
[01:28.45] Fiach will do what Fiach will dare
[01:30.96] Now FitzWilliam, have a care
[01:33.09] Fallen is your star low
[01:36.06] Up with halberd, out with sword
[01:38.29] On we'll go for by the Lord
[01:40.80] Fiach MacHugh has given his word,
[01:43.31] Follow me up to Carlow!
[02:29.24] (X2)
[02:30.34] From Tassagart to Clonmore, there flows a stream of Saxon gore
[02:35.68] And great is Rory รg O'More, and sending the loons to Hades
[02:40.05] White is sick and Grey is fled, now for black FitzWilliam's head
[02:45.81] We'll send it over, dripping red, to Queen Liza and her ladies
[02:49.99] Curse and swear Lord Kildare
[02:53.33] Fiach will do what Fiach will dare
[02:55.84] Now FitzWilliam, have a care
[02:58.07] Fallen is your star low
[03:01.13] Up with halberd, out with sword
[03:03.36] On we'll go for by the Lord
[03:05.87] Fiach MacHugh has given his word,
[03:08.75] Follow me up to Carlow!
[03:13.34]