Testo Follow Me Up To Carlow

I Lift Mac Cahir 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 Fiach MacHugh 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, Fiach MacHugh has given the word; Follow me up to Carlow. II See the swords at Glen Imaal They flash all over 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. Chorus From Tassagart to Clonmore There flows a stream of Saxon gore. Well great is Rory Og O More At sending the loons to Hades. White is sick, Grey is fled; Now for black Fitzwilliam's head. We'll send it over dripping red To Quenn Liza and her ladies. Chorus