Young Dubliners - With All Due Respect - Follow Me Up To Carlow video free download

Lift MacCahir Og your face

You're brooding o'er you're old disgrace

That black FitzWilliam stormed your place,

He sent 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.

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.

From Tassagart to Clonmore,

There flows a stream of Saxon gore

Oh, great is Rory Oge O'More,

At sending 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 Liza and her ladies.

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.

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 Imayle,

They flash all 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 we'll teach him manners.

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.