X:54
T:Follow Me Up to Carlow
R:song
H:Words by Patrick Joseph McCall (1861-1919)
Z:id:hn-song-54
M:6/8
L:1/8
K:Edor
E2E E2D | B,2C D3 | E2E G2A | B2A G2
F | E2E E2D | B,2C D2D | E2E F2D | E6 ||
E2E E2D | B,2C D3 | E2E G2A | B2A G2
F | E2E E2D | B,2C D2D | EEE F2D | E6 ||
B2c d3 | B2c d3 | FFF F2E | DDE F3 |
B2c d2B | e2c d3 | F2F F2D | E3 E3 ||
B2c d2c | B2c d3 | F2F F2E | D2E F3 |
BBc d2B | edc d3 | FFF F2D | E3 E3 ||
W:Lift MacCahir Og your face, brooding o'er the old disgrace
W:That black FitzWilliam stormed your place and drove you to the Fern
W:Grey said victory was sure soon the firebrand he'd secure,
W:Until he met at Glenmalure with Fiach MacHugh O'Byrne.
W:
W:Chorus:
W:Curse and swear Lord Kildare, Fiach will do what Fiach will dare
W:Now FitzWilliam, have a care, fallen is your star, low
W:Up with halberd out with sword, on we'll go for by the lord
W:Fiach MacHugh has given the word, follow me up to Carlow.
W:
W:See the swords of Glen Imaal, flashing o'er the English Pale
W:See all the children of the Gael, beneath O'Byrne's banners
W:Rooster of the fighting stock, would you let a Saxon cock
W:Crow out upon an Irish rock, fly up and teach him manners.
W:
W:Chorus
W:
W:From Tassagart to Clonmore, there flows a stream of Saxon gore
W:Oh, great is Rory Og O'Moore, at sending loons to Hades.
W:White is sick and Grey is fled, as for black FitzWilliam's head
W:We'll send it over, dripping red, to Queen Liza and her ladies.