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

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

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



Credits
Writer(s): Brian Dunphy, Darren Holden, Martin Furey, Finbarr Clancy
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