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Lift Mac Cahir Og your face, broodin' o'er the old disgrace That black Fitzwilliam stormed your place & drove you to the fern Gray said victory was sure, soon the firebrand he'd secure Until he met at Glenmalure with Fiach McHugh O'Byrne Chorus Curse and swear, Lord Kildare, Fiach will do what Fiach will dare Now Fitzwilliam, have a care, fallen is your star low Up with halberd, out with sword, on we go for, by the Lord 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 Aus Songtexte Mania