Follow Me Up To Carlow 
Lift, Mac Cahir Oge your face Brooding o'er the old disgrace That Black Fitzwilliam stormed your place And drove you to the fern, O! Grey said victory was sure Soon the fire-brand he'd secure Until he met at Glenmalure With Feagh Mac Hugh o' Byrne O! 
Chorus: Curse and swear, Lord Kildaire, Feagh will do what Feagh will dare. Now, Fitzwilliam, have a care, Fallen in your star low. Up with halberd, out with sword, On we go for by the Lord, Feagh Mac Hugh has given the word "Follow me up to Carlow." 
See the swords of Glen Imaal 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. 
Chorus 
>From Trassagart to Clonmore There flows a stream of Saxon gore. Great is Rory Oge More At sending the loons to Hades. White is sick and Grey is fled Now for Black Fitzwilliam's head We'll send it over, dripping red To Liza and her ladies. 
Chorus 
Lift, Mac Cahir Oge your face Brooding o'er the old disgrace That Black Fitzwilliam stormed your place And drove you to the fern, O! Grey said victory was sure Soon the fire-brand he'd secure Until he met at Glenmalure With Feagh Mac Hugh o' Byrne O! 
Chorus  

Irish Song Lyrics 
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