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FOLLOW ME UP TO CARLOW ----------------------(author unknown, chords G Am will do )Lift Mac Cahir Og your face, from brooding o'er the old disgraceWhen Black FitzWilliam stormed your place an drove you to thefern o!Grey said victory was sure, soon the firebrand he'd secure,Until he met at Glenmalure, with Fiach MacHugh O'ByrneChorus:Curse and swear! Lord Kildare, Fiach will do what Fiach will dareNow FitzWilliam have a care! Fallen is your star low!Up with halberd out with sword! On we go for by the lordFiach MacHugh has given the word: Follow me up to Carlow!See the swords at Glen Imael, flash all o'er the English Pale,See all the children of the Gael, beneath O'Byrne's bannersRooster of a fighting stock, will you let an Saxon cockCry out upon an Irish rock, Fly up and teach him manners!From Tassagart to Clonmore there flows a trail of English gore,Well great is Rory Og O'More, at sending the loons to HadesWhite is sick and Grey is fled, now for Black FitzWilliams headWe'll send it over dripping red, to Liza and her ladies
FOLLOW ME UP TO CARLOW ----------------------(author unknown, chords G Am will do )Lift Mac Cahir Og your face, from brooding o'er the old disgraceWhen Black FitzWilliam stormed your place an drove you to thefern o!Grey said victory was sure, soon the firebrand he'd secure,Until he met at Glenmalure, with Fiach MacHugh O'ByrneChorus:Curse and swear! Lord Kildare, Fiach will do what Fiach will dareNow FitzWilliam have a care! Fallen is your star low!Up with halberd out with sword! On we go for by the lordFiach MacHugh has given the word: Follow me up to Carlow!See the swords at Glen Imael, flash all o'er the English Pale,See all the children of the Gael, beneath O'Byrne's bannersRooster of a fighting stock, will you let an Saxon cockCry out upon an Irish rock, Fly up and teach him manners!From Tassagart to Clonmore there flows a trail of English gore,Well great is Rory Og O'More, at sending the loons to HadesWhite is sick and Grey is fled, now for Black FitzWilliams headWe'll send it over dripping red, to Liza and her ladies
 
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