Follow me up to carlow

Lift MacCahir Og your
face brooding o'er the
old disgrace
That black FitzWillian
stormed your place,
drove you to the Fern

Grey said victory was
sure soon the firebrand
he'd secure
Until he met at
Gleanmalure with Feach
MacHugh O'Byrne

Curse and swear Lord Kildare
Feagh will do what
Feach will dare
Now FitzWllian have a care
Fallen is your star, low
Up will Halbert out
with sword
On we'll go for by the lord
Feach MacHugh has
given the word,
Follow me up to Carlow

See the swords of Glen
Imayle, flashing o'er the English Pale
See all the children of
the Gael, beneath
O'Byrnes's banners
Rooster of the lighting
stock, would you let a Saxon cock
Crow out upon an Irish rock,
fly up ant teach him manners

Curse and swear Lord Kildare
Feagh will do what
Feach will dare
Now FitzWllian have a care
Fallen is your star, low
Up will Halbert out
with sword
On we'll go for by the lord
Feach MacHugh has
given the word,
Follow me up to Carlow

From Tassagard to Clonmore,
there flows a stream of Saxon gore
Och, great is Rory Oge
O'More, sendind the
loons to Hades

White is sick and Lane
is fled, now for black
FitzWillian' head
We'll send it over,
drippind red, to Queen
Liza and her ladies

Curse and swear Lord Kildare
Feagh will do what
Feach will dare
Now FitzWllian have a care
Fallen is your star, low
Up will Halbert out
with sword
On we'll go for by the lord
Feach MacHugh has
given the word,
Follow me up to Carlow