Irish/Scottish/Celtic Folk - Follow Me up to Carlow

Lift Mac Cahir Og your face,

You're broodin' o'er the old disgrace

That Black Fitzwilliam stormed your place

and drove you to the ferns

Gray said victory was sure,

And soon the firebrand he'd secure

Until he met at Glenmalure

with Fiach McHugh 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 halbert, out with sword,

on we go for, by the Lord

Fiach McHugh has given the word

"Follow me up to Carlow"

See the swords of Glen Imaal,

They're flashing o'er the English Pale

See all the childer of the Gael,

Beneath O'Byrne's banner

Rooster of the fighting stock,

Would you let a Saxon cock

Crow out upon an Irish Rock,

Fly up and teach him manners

[Chorus]

From Tassagart to Clonmore,

There flows a stream of Saxon gore

And great is Rory Og O'More

At sending loons to Hades

White is sick and Gray is fled,

And now for black Fitzwilliam's head

We'll send it over, dripping red

to Liza and her ladies

[Chorus]

• Artist:Irish/Scottish/Celtic Folk