- Follow Me Up to Carlow
- Lift MacCahir Og your face
- Brooding o'er the old disgrace
- That Black FitzWilliam stormed your place
- And 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.
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- Chorus:
- 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!"
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- 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!
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- From Tassagart to Clonmore
- Flows a stream of Saxon gore
- Och, great is Rory Og O' More
- At 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 Liza and her ladies!
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- Lyrics by Patrick Joseph McCall
(1861 - 1919)
- music attributed to MacHugh's
pipers at the Battle of Glenmalure, 1580