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\beginsong{Follow me up to Carlow}[by=Traditional]

\lilypond{follow_me_up_to_carlow}

\beginverse
  \[Dm]Lift MacCahir \[C]Og your face
  \[Dm]Brooding o'er the \[C]old dis\[Dm]grace
  That black FitzWilliam \[C]stormed your place,
  \[Dm]Drove you \[C]to the \[Dm]Fern
  Grey said victory was sure
  Soon the firebrand he'd secure;
  Until he met at Glenmalure
  With Feach MacHugh O'Byrne.
\endverse

\beginchorus
  \[Am]Curse and swear Lord Kildare,
  \[C]Feach will do what Feach will dare
  \[Am]Now FitzWilliam, have a care
  \[C]Fallen is your \[Dm]star, low.
  \[Am]Up with halberd out with sword
  \[C]On we'll go for by the lord
  \[Am]Feach MacHugh has \[G]given the \[C]word,
  Follow me up to \[Dm]Carlow.
\endchorus

\beginverse
  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.
\endverse

\beginverse
  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 Lane is fled,
  Now for black FitzWilliam's head
  We'll send it over, dripping red,
  To Liza and her ladies.
\endverse

\endsong