Follow Me Up To Carlow Testo

Lift Mac Cahir Og your face, From brooding o'er the old disgrace When Black FitzWilliam stormed Your place an drove you to the Fern o! Grey said victory was sure, Soon the firebrand he'd secure, Until he met at Glenmalure, With Fiach MacHugh O'Byrne Chorus: 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 go for by the lord Fiach MacHugh has given the word: Follow me up to Carlow! See the swords at Glen Imael, Flash all o'er the English Pale, See all the children of the Gael, Beneath O'Byrne's banners Rooster of a fighting stock, Will you let an Saxon cock Cry out upon an Irish rock, Fly up and teach him manners! From Tassagart to Clonmore There flows a trail of English gore, Well great is Rory Og O'More, At sending the loons to Hades White is sick and Grey is fled, Now for Black FitzWilliams head We'll send it over dripping red, To Liza and her ladies