Follow Me Up to Carlow

[Am]Lift MacCahir[Em] Og your face[Am] brooding o'er the[Em] old disgraceThat[Am] black FitzWilliam[Em] stormed your place, [C]drove you to the[Am] Fern[Am]Grey said victor[Em]y was sure[Am] soon the firebrand[Em he'd secure;Un[Am]til he met at[Em] Glenmalure with[C] Feach MacHugh O'[Am]Byrne.Ch.:[Em] Curse and swear Lord Kildare[G]Feagh will do what Feach will dare[EmNow FitzWilliam, have a care[G]Fallen is your[Am] star, low[Em]Up with halbert out with swordOn[G] we'll go for by the lord[Em]Feach MacHugh has given the word,[G]Follow me up to[Am] Carlow.See the swords of Glen Imayle, flashing o'er the English PaleSee all the children of the Gael, beneath O'Byrne's bannersRooster of the fighting stock, would you let a Saxon cockCrow out upon an Irish rock, fly up and teach him manners.From Tassagart to Clonmore, there flows a stream of Saxon goreOch, great is Rory Oge O'More, sending the loons to Hades.White is sick and Lane is fled, now for black FitzWilliam's headWe'll send it over, dripping red, to Queen Liza and the ladies.