Follow Me up to Carlow - текст песни

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The song performed by Christoph Nolte.
Lift MacCahir Óg your face, brooding o'er the old disgrace
That black
FitzWilliam
stormed your place, drove you to the Fern
Grey
said victory was sure - Soon the firebrand he'd secure
Until he met at
Glenmalure
with
Fiach MacHugh O'Byrne
.
Chorus
;
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 the word:
Follow me up to
Carlow
!
See the swords of
Glen Imall
, flashing o'er the
English Pale
!
See all the children of the Gael, beneath O'Byrne's banners.
Rooster of a fighting stock, would you let a
Saxon
cock
Crow out upon an Irish rock? -- fly up and teach him manners!
.
From
Tassagart
to
Clonmore
, there flows a stream of Saxon gore,
Och, great is Rory Óg O'More, sending the loons to
Hades
.
White is sick and Lane is fled, now for black
FitzWilliam
's head,
We'll send it over, dripping red, to
Queen Liza
and the ladies.