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Follow Me Up To Carlow

Em                   Em                Em                      D
Lift Mac Cahir Og your face, brooding o'er the old disgrace
        Em                     Em                                D                      Em
That black Fitzwilliam stormed your place and drove you to the Fern-o
Em                 Em               Em                       D
Grey said victory was sure, soon the firebrand he'd secure
    Em              Em                  D                       Em
Until he met at Glenmalure, Fiach Mac Hugh O'Byme

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Bm                     Bm
Curse and swear Lord Kildare
D                          D
Fiach will do what Feach will dare
Bm                     Bm
Now Fitzwilliam, have a care,
D                  Em
Fallen is your star low
Bm                    Bm
Up with halbert, out with sword
D                  D
On we go for by the Lord
Bm                           Bm
Fiach Mac Hugh has given his word
D                       Em
Follow me up to Carlow

See the swords of Glen Imayle, flashing o'er the English pale,
See all the children of the Gael, beneath O'Byme'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.
CHORUS

From Tassasgart to Clonmore, flows a stream of Saxon Gore,
Great is Rory Og 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.
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