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Am G
Lift Mac Cahir Og your face, broodin' o'er the old disgrace
Am G Am
That black Fitzwilliam stormed your place & drove you to the fern
Am G
Gray said victory was sure, soon the firebrand he'd secure
Am Am G Am
Until he met at Glenmalure with Fiach McHugh O'Byrne
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Em G
Curse and swear, Lord Kildare, Fiach will do what Fiach will dare
Em G Am
Now Fitzwilliam, have a care, fallen is your star low
Em G
Up with halberd, out with sword, on we go for, by the Lord
Em G Am
Fiach McHugh has given the word "Follow me up to Carlow"
See the swords at Glen Imaal, flashin' o'er the english pale
See all the children of the Gael, beneath O'Byrne's banner
Rooster of a fighting stock, would you let a Saxon cock
Crow out upon an Irish Rock, fly up and teach him manners
Chorus
From Tassagart to Clonmore, flows a stream of Saxon gore
How great is Rory Og O'Moore at sending loons to Hades
White is sick, Gray is fled, now for black Fitzwilliam's head
We'll send it over, dripping red, to Liza and her ladies
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