Follow Me Up To Carlow - Off Kilter video free download

'Follow Me Up To Carlow' as performed by Off Kilter! Enjoy!

Lift, MacCahir Og, your face,

Still brooding over the old disgrace

That Black Fitzwilliam stormed your place

And drove you to the Fern?

Grey said victory was sure

And soon the firebrand he'd secure

Until he met at Glenmalure

With Feach MacHugh O'Byrne.

Curse and swear, Lord Kildare,

Feach will do what Feach 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

Feach MacHugh has given the word,

Follow me up to Carlow.

See the swords of Glen Imayle,

Flashing o'er the English pale

See all the children of the Gael,

Beneath O'Byrne's banners

Rooster of the 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

Oh, great is Rory Oge O'More

At sending the loons to Hades.

White is sick and Grey is fled

And now for Black Fitzwilliam's head

We'll send it over, dripping red,

To Queen Liza and her ladies.