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Lift MacCahir Og your faceYou're brooding o'er you're old disgraceThat black FitzWilliam stormed your place,He sent you to the Fern.Grey said victory was sureSoon the firebrand he'd secure;Until he met at GlenmalureWith Fiach MacHugh O'Byrne.Curse and swear Lord Kildare,Fiach will do what Fiach will dareNow FitzWilliam, have a careFallen is your star, low.Up with halberd out with swordOn we'll go for by the lordFiach MacHugh has given the word,Follow me up to Carlow.From Tassagart to Clonmore,There flows a stream of Saxon goreOh, great is Rory Oge O'More,At sending loons to Hades.White is sick and Grey is fled,And now for black FitzWilliam's headWe'll send it over, dripping red,To Liza and her ladies.SongtexteCurse and swear Lord Kildare,Fiach will do what Fiach will dareNow FitzWilliam, have a careFallen is your star, low.Up with halberd out with swordOn we'll go for by the lordFiach MacHugh has given the word,Follow me up to Carlow.Curse and swear Lord Kildare,Fiach will do what Fiach will dareNow FitzWilliam, have a careFallen is your star, low.Up with halberd out with swordOn we'll go for by the lordFiach MacHugh has given the word,Follow me up to Carlow.See the swords of Glen Imayle,They flash all o'er the English pale,See all the children of the Gael,Beneath O'Byrne's bannersRooster of the fighting stock,Would you let a Saxon cockCrow out upon an Irish rock?Fly up and we'll teach him manners.Curse and swear Lord Kildare,Fiach will do what Fiach will dareNow FitzWilliam, have a careFallen is your star, low.Up with halberd out with swordOn we'll go for by the lordFiach MacHugh has given the word,Follow me up to Carlow.Curse and swear Lord Kildare,Fiach will do what Fiach will dareNow FitzWilliam, have a careFallen is your star, low.Up with halberd out with swordOn we'll go for by the lordFiach MacHugh has given the word,Follow me up to Carlow. Aus Songtexte Mania