Follow Me Up To Carlow

Lift MacKahir Og your face, brooding o4er the old disgrace
That black FitzWilliam stormed your place, and drove you to the Fern
Grey said victory was sure, soon the firebrand hed secure
Until he met at Glenmalure Fiach McHugh O4Byrne
Ref:
Curse and swear, Lord Kildare, Fiach will do what Fiach4ll dare
H h D e
Now FitzWilliam have a care, falling is your star low
Up with Halpert out with sword, on we go for by the lord
H h D e
Fiach McHugh was given the word, follow me up to Carlow
See the swords of Glen Imale, flashing oer the English pale
See all the children of the Gael, beneath O4Byrne4s banners
Rooster of a fighting stock, would you let a saxon cock
Crow out upon an Irish rock, fly up and teach em manners
From the Taggart to Clonmore, flows a stream of Saxon gore
And great is Rory Og O4More, at sending loons to Hades
White is sick and Lane is fled, now for black FitzWilliam4s head
We send it over dripping red, to Lisa and her Ladies