Lift MacCahir Og your face, brooding o'er the old disgrace when
Black Fitzwilliam stormed your place and drove you to the fern.
Grey said victory was sure soon the firebrand he'd secure
Til he met at Glenmalure with Fiach MacHugh O'Byrne
Curse and swear Lord Kildare, Fiach will do what Fiach 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
Fiach MacHugh has given his word. Follow me up to Carlow.
[Fiddles play A section of "Swallowtail Jig"]
See the swords of Glen Imaal, a flashing o'er the English pale
See all the soldiers of the Gael beneath O'Byrne's banner
Rooster of a fighting stock would yet let the English cock
Cry out upon an Irish rock, fly up and teach him manners.
Curse and swear Lord Kildare, Fiach will do what Fiach 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
Fiach MacHugh has given his word. Follow me up to Carlow.
[Intro Instrumental]
[Fiddles play A & B sections of "Swallowtail Jig"]
Now from Tassagart to Clonmore, there flows a stream of Saxon gore
And great is Rory Og O'More at sending loons to Hades
White is sick and Grey has fled, now for Black Fitzwilliam's head
We'll send it over dripping red, to Liza and her ladies
Curse and swear Lord Kildare, Fiach will do what Fiach 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
Fiach MacHugh has given his word. Follow me up to Carlow.
Curse and swear Lord Kildare, Fiach will do what Fiach 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
Fiach MacHugh has given his word. Follow me up to Carlow.