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Follow Me Up to Carlow (Eire)
by Ben J W Anthony
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Lift MacCahir Og your face, brooding o'er the old disgrace
That black FitzWilliam stormed your place, drove you to the fern
Grey said victory was sure, soon the firebrand he'd secure
Until he met at Glenmalure with Feach MacHugh O'Byrne
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'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'Byrne's banners
Rooster of a 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'll go, for by the Lord
Feach MacHugh has given the word, follow me up to Carlow
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'll go, for by the Lord
Feach MacHugh has given the word, follow me up to Carlow
From Tassagart to Clonmore, there flows a stream of Saxon gore
Och, great is Rory Og O'More, sending the loons to Hades
White is sick and Lane is fled, now for black FitzWilliam's head
We'll send it over, dripping red, to Queen Lisa and the ladies
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'll go, for by the Lord
Feach MacHugh has given the word, follow me up to Carlow
Lift MacCahir Og your face, brooding o'er the old disgrace
That black FitzWilliam stormed your place, drove you to the fern
Grey said victory was sure, soon the firebrand he'd secure
Until he met at Glenmalure with Feach MacHugh O'Byrne
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'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'Byrne's banners
Rooster of a 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'll go, for by the Lord
Feach MacHugh has given the word, follow me up to Carlow
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'll go, for by the Lord
Feach MacHugh has given the word, follow me up to Carlow
From Tassagart to Clonmore, there flows a stream of Saxon gore
Och, great is Rory Og O'More, sending the loons to Hades
White is sick and Lane is fled, now for black FitzWilliam's head
We'll send it over, dripping red, to Queen Lisa and the ladies
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'll go, for by the Lord
Feach MacHugh has given the word, follow me up to Carlow
