Bardic - Follow me up to Carlow lyrics

Lift Mac Cahir 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, Feach Mac Hugh O'Byrne 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 the fighting stock, Would you let a Saxon co*k Crow out upon an Irish rock, Fly up and teach him manners Curse and swear Lord Kildare Feach will do what Feach will dare Now Fitzwilliam, have a care Fallen is your star low Up with halbert, out with sword On we go for by the Lord Feach Mac Hugh has given his word Follow me up to Carlow From Ta**agart to Clonmore, Flows a stream of Saxon gore Och, great is Rory Oge O‘More, At sending loons to Hades White is sick and Lane is fled, Now for black Fitzwilliam's head We'll send it over, dripping red, To Liza and the ladies words & music: trad., arr. by Eddie & Sarah-Jane