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\selectlanguage{english}
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\songcolumns{2}
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\beginsong{Follow me up to Carlow}[by=Traditional]
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\lilypond{follow_me_up_to_carlow}
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\beginverse
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\[Dm]Lift MacCahir \[C]Og your face
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\[Dm]Brooding o'er the \[C]old dis\[Dm]grace
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That black FitzWilliam \[C]stormed your place,
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\[Dm]Drove you \[C]to the \[Dm]Fern
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Grey said victory was sure
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Soon the firebrand he'd secure;
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Until he met at Glenmalure
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With Feach MacHugh O'Byrne.
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\endverse
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\beginchorus
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\[Am]Curse and swear Lord Kildare,
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\[C]Feach will do what Feach will dare
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\[Am]Now FitzWilliam, have a care
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\[C]Fallen is your \[Dm]star, low.
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\[Am]Up with halberd out with sword
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\[C]On we'll go for by the lord
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\[Am]Feach MacHugh has \[G]given the \[C]word,
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Follow me up to \[Dm]Carlow.
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\endchorus
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\beginverse
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See the swords of Glen Imayle,
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Flashing o'er the English pale
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See all the children of the Gael,
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Beneath O'Byrne's banners
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Rooster of the fighting stock,
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Would you let a Saxon cock
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Crow out upon an Irish rock,
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Fly up and teach him manners.
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\endverse
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\beginverse
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From Tassagart to Clonmore,
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There flows a stream of Saxon gore
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Oh, great is Rory Oge O'More,
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At sending loons to Hades.
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White is sick and Lane is fled,
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Now for black FitzWilliam's head
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We'll send it over, dripping red,
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To Liza and her ladies.
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\endverse
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\endsong
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