Follow Me Up to Carlow
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Lift Mac Cahir Og your face, brooding oґer the old disgrace
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That black Fitzwilliam stormed your place and drove you to the Fern
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Grey said victory was sure; soon the firebrand heґd secure
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Until he met at Glenmalure, Feach Mac Hugh OґByrne
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Curse and swear, Lord Kildare; Feach will do what Feach will dare
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Now Fitzwilliam, have a care; fallen is your star, low
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Up with halberd, out with sword; on we go, for by the Lord
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Feach Mac Hugh has given the word: (1,2,3,4) Follow me up to Carlow
See the swords of Glen Imayle, flashing oґer the English Pale
See all the children of the Gael beneath OґByrneґs banners
Rooster of the fighting stock, would you let a Saxon cock
Crow out upon an Irish rock? Fly up and teach him manners
Curse and swear, Lord Kildare; Feach will do what Feach 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 the word: (1,2,3,4) Follow me up to Carlow
From Tassagart to Clonmore there flows a stream of Saxon gore
Great is Rory Oge OґMore at sending the loons to Hades
White is sick and Lane is fled and now for black Fitzwilliamґs head
Weґll send it over, dripping red, to Liza and the ladies
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