Follow Me Up To CarlowThat black Fitzwilliam stormed your place and drove you to the ferns Grey said victory was sure, soon the firebrand he'd secure Until he met at Glenmalure, Fiach Mc Hugh O'Byrne CHORUS Curse and swear, Lord Kildare, Fiach will do what Fiach 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 Fiachh Mc Hugh has given the word, follow me up to Carlow. See the swords of Glen lmaal 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 you manners? CHORUS From Tasagart to Clonmore flows a stream of Saxon gore Well great is Rory Og O'More at sending loons to Hades White is sick and Grey is fled now for black Fitzwilliam's head We'll send it over dripping red to Lizzie and her ladies. CHORUS |