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 cock

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 Tassagart to Clonmore,

Flows a stream of Saxon gore