Follow Me up to Carlow

[00:14.53] Lift Mac Cahir Òg your face
[00:15.86] Broodin' o'er the old disgrace
[00:17.31] That Black Fitzwilliam stormed your place
[00:19.38] And drove you to the fern
[00:20.78] Gray said victory was sure
[00:22.51] Soon the firebrand he'd secure
[00:24.47] Until he met at Glenmalure
[00:26.00] With Fiach Mchugh O'Byrne
[00:27.65] Curse and swear, Lord Kildare,
[00:29.64] Fiach will do what Fiach will dare
[00:31.45] Now Fitzwilliam have a care,
[00:33.07] Fallen is your star low
[00:34.87] Up with halberd, out with sword,
[00:36.54] On we go for, by the Lord
[00:38.17] Fiach McHugh has given the word
[00:39.97] "Follow me up to Carlow!"
[00:44.28] See the swords at Glen Imaal,
[00:45.93] Flashin' o'er the English Pale
[00:47.63] See all the children of the Gael,
[00:49.58] Beneath O'Byrne's banner
[00:51.36] Rooster of a fighting stock,
[00:52.92] Would you let a Saxon cock
[00:54.57] Crow out upon an Irish Rock,
[00:56.42] Fly up and teach him manners.
[00:58.06] Curse and swear, Lord Kildare,
[01:00.00] Fiach will do what Fiach will dare
[01:01.77] Now Fitzwilliam have a care,
[01:03.33] Fallen is your star low
[01:05.06] Up with halberd, out with sword,
[01:06.76] On we go for, by the Lord
[01:08.51] Fiach McHugh has given the word
[01:10.29] "Follow me up to Carlow!"
[01:24.33] From Tassagart to Clonmore,
[01:26.62] Flows a stream of Saxon gore
[01:28.37] How great is Rory Óg O'More
[01:30.02] At sending loons to Hades
[01:31.93] White is sick, Gray is fled,
[01:33.44] Now for black Fitzwilliam's head
[01:35.33] We'll send it over, dripping red,
[01:36.89] To Queen Liza and her ladies
[01:38.69] Curse and swear, Lord Kildare,
[01:40.69] Fiach will do what Fiach will dare
[01:42.26] Now Fitzwilliam have a care,
[01:43.86] Fallen is your star low
[01:45.63] Up with halberd, out with sword,
[01:47.54] On we go for, by the Lord
[01:49.14] Fiach McHugh has given the word
[01:50.82] "Follow me up to Carlow!"
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