Am G 
L ift Mac Cahir Og your face, broodin' o'er the o ld disgrace 

  Am G Am 
That  black Fitzwilliam stormed your place & drove you  to the f ern 

  Am G 
  Gray said victory was sure, soon the firebrand h e'd secure 

  Am Am G Am 
  Until he met at Glenmalure with F iach Mc Hugh O'B yrne 


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  Em G 
  Curse and swear, Lord Kildare, F iach will do what Fiach will dare 

  Em G Am 
  Now Fitzwilliam, have a care, fa llen is your s tar 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 


Chorus