Follow Me Up To Carlow

Well lift, MacCahir Og, your face
 You're brooding o'er your old disgrace
 And then Fitzwilliam stormed your place
 He sent you to the Fern, hey!
 And Grey said victory was sure
 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
 Tell 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
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 From Tassagart to Clonmore
 There streams a flow of Saxon gore
 Oh, great Rory Oge O'More
 Sendin' fools to Hades, hey!
 White is sick and Grey is fled
 We'll steal poor black Fitzwilliam's head
 We'll send it over, drippin' red
 For Liza and her ladies
 Curse and swear Lord Kildare
 Fiach will do what Fiach will dare
 Tell 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
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 See the swords of Glen Imayle
 They flash all o'er the English pale
 See all the children of the Gael
 Beneath O'Byrne's banner, hey!
 Rooster of a fightin' stock
 Now would you let a Saxon cock
 Crow out upon an Irish rock?
 Fly up, and we'll teach him manners
 Curse and swear Lord Kildare
 Fiach will do what Fiach will dare
 Tell 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
 Curse and swear Lord Kildare
 Fiach will do what Fiach will dare
 Tell 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