Lift MacCahir Og your face, brooding oer 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 OByrne 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 well go for by the Lord Fiach MacHugh has given his word. Follow me up to Carlow. See the swords of Glen Imaal, A flashing oer the English pale See all the soldiers of the Gael beneath OByrnes banner Rooster of a fighting stock, Would ye let a Saxon 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. Now from Tassagart to Clonmore, There flows a stream of Saxon gore And great is Rory Og OMore At sending loons to Hades White is sick and Grey has fled, Now for Black Fitzwilliams 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.