Em D Lift Mac Cahir Og your face, brooding oґer the old disgrace Em D Em That black Fitzwilliam stormed your place and drove you to the Fern D Grey said victory was sure; soon the firebrand heґd secure Em D Em Until he met at Glenmalure, Feach Mac Hugh OґByrne
G D Curse and swear, Lord Kildare; Feach will do what Feach will dare G D Em Now Fitzwilliam, have a care; fallen is your star, low G D Up with halberd, out with sword; on we go, for by the Lord G A G D Em D-Em-D-Em 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