| FOLLOW ME UP TO CARLOW
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| (author unknown, chords G Am will do)
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| Lift Mac Cahir Og your face, from brooding o’er the old disgrace
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| When Black FitzWilliam stormed your place an drove you to the
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| fern o!
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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 MacHugh 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 halberd out with sword! |
| On we go for by the lord
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| Fiach MacHugh has given the word: Follow me up to Carlow!
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| See the swords at Glen Imael, flash all 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, will you let an Saxon cock
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| Cry out upon an Irish rock, Fly up and teach him manners!
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| From Tassagart to Clonmore there flows a trail of English gore,
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| Well great is Rory Og O’More, at sending the loons to Hades
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| White is sick and Grey is fled, now for Black FitzWilliams head
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| We’ll send it over dripping red, to Liza and her ladies |