Follow me up to Carlow 
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1. Lift MacCahir Og your face brooding o'er the old disgrace,
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 that black Fitzwilliam stormed your place, drove you to the Fern.
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 Grey said victory was sure soon the firebrand he'd secure,
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 until he met at Glenmalure with Fiach Mac Hugh O'Byrne.
 
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Curse and swear Lord Kildare, Fiach will do what Fiach will dare,
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now Fitzwilliam, have a care, fallen is your star, low.
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Up with halbert, out with sword, on we'll go for by the Lord,
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Fiach MacHugh has given the word, follow me up to Carlow.
 
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2. See the swords of Glen Imayle, flashing o'er the English Pale,
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 see all the children of the Gael, beneath O'Byrne's banners.
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 Rooster of a fighting stock, would you let a Saxon cock,
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 crow out upon an Irish rock, fly up and teach him manners. 
 
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3. From Sagart to Clonmore, there flows a stream of Saxon gore,
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 och, great is Rory Óg O'More, sending the loons to Hades.
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 White is sick and Lane is fled, now for black Fitzwilliam's head,
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 we'll send it over dripping red, to Queen Liza and the ladies. 
 
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 (Trad. / Noel McLoughlin)