Follow Me Up to Carlow

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W:Lift MacCahir Og your face, brooding o'er the old disgrace
W:That black FitzWilliam stormed your place and drove you to the Fern
W:Grey said victory was sure soon the firebrand he'd secure,
W:Until he met at Glenmalure with Fiach MacHugh O'Byrne.
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W:Chorus:
W:Curse and swear Lord Kildare, Fiach will do what Fiach will dare
W:Now FitzWilliam, have a care, fallen is your star, low
W:Up with halberd out with sword, on we'll go for by the lord
W:Fiach MacHugh has given the word, follow me up to Carlow.
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W:See the swords of Glen Imaal, flashing o'er the English Pale
W:See all the children of the Gael, beneath O'Byrne's banners
W:Rooster of the fighting stock, would you let a Saxon cock
W:Crow out upon an Irish rock, fly up and teach him manners.
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W:Chorus
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W:From Tassagart to Clonmore, there flows a stream of Saxon gore
W:Oh, great is Rory Og O'Moore, at sending loons to Hades.
W:White is sick and Grey is fled, as for black FitzWilliam's head
W:We'll send it over, dripping red, to Queen Liza and her ladies.