Follow Me Up To Carlow Lift Mac Cahir Og your face, Brooding o'er the old disgrace That black FitzWilliam stormed your place, And drove you to the Fern Grey said victory was sure, Soon the firebrand he'd secure Until he met at Glenmalure: Feach Mac Hugh O'Byrne! Chorus Curse and swear, Lord Kildare! Feach will do what Feagh 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, Feach Mac Hugh has given his 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'Byrne's banners! 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 Flows a stream of Saxon gore Och, great is Rory Og O'More At sending loons to Hades! White is sick and Lane is fled, Now for black FitzWilliam's head! We'll send it over, dripping red, To Liza and her ladies! Chorus
Music; traditional. Content copyright © 2000 held by the author; Ian Hall.
