{t:Follow Me Up To Carlow}
{st:Patrick Joseph McCall}

[Am]Lift, McCahir [Em]Og, your face
Still [Am]brooding over the old disgrace?
That [Am]Black FitzWilliam [Em]stormed your place
[Am]Drove you [G]to the [Am]Fern
[Am]Gray said victor[Em]y was sure
And [Am]soon the firebrand he'd secure
[Am]Until he met at [Em]Glenmalure
With [C]Fiach Mac[G]Hugh O'[Am]Byrne

[chorus]
[Em]Curse and swear, Lord Kildare, [G]Fiach will do what Fiach will dare
[Em]Now FitzWilliam have a care, [G]fallen is your [Am]star low
[Em]Up with halberd, out with sword, [G]on we'll go for by the lord
[Em]Fiach MacHugh has given the word, [G]follow me up to [Am]Carlow


[Am]See the swords of [Em]Glen Imayle
[Am]Flashing over the English pale
[Am]See all the children [Em]of the Gael
Be[Am]neath O'[G]Byrne's [Am]banners
[Am]Roosters of the [Em]fighting stock
[Am]Would you let a Saxon cock
[Am]Crow out upon an Irish rock?
Fly [Am]up and [G]teach him [Am]manners

[chorus]
[Em]Curse and swear, Lord Kildare, [G]Fiach will do what Fiach will dare
[Em]Now FitzWilliam have a care, [G]fallen is your [Am]star low
[Em]Up with halberd, out with sword, [G]on we'll go for by the lord
[Em]Fiach MacHugh has given the word, [G]follow me up to [Am]Carlow


From [Am]Tassagart [Em]to Clonmore
There [Am]flows a stream of Saxon gore
O [Am]great is Rory [Em]Og O'More
At [Am]sending the [G]loons to [Am]Hades
[Am]White is sick, [Em]Grey is fled
And [Am]now for Black FitzWilliam's head
We'll [Am]send it over dripping red
To [Am]Liza [G]and her [Am]ladies

[chorus]
[Em]Curse and swear, Lord Kildare, [G]Fiach will do what Fiach will dare
[Em]Now FitzWilliam have a care, [G]fallen is your [Am]star low
[Em]Up with halberd, out with sword, [G]on we'll go for by the lord
[Em]Fiach MacHugh has given the word, [G]follow me up to [Am]Carlow