Follow Me Up to Carlow/Holt's Way

Lift mcCahir Og your face

You're brooding over the old disgrace

That Black Fitzwilliam stormed your place and sent you to

the ferns

Grey said victory was sure

Soon the firebrand he'd secured

Until he met at Glenmalure with Fiach MacHugh O'Byrne

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 our with sword

On we go for by the Lord

Fiach MacHugh has given the word

Follow me up to Carlow.

See the swords of Glen Imaal

Go flashing o'er the English pale

See all the children on the Gael beneath O'Byrne's banner

Rooster of the fighting stock

Would you let a saxon cock

Crow out upon an Irish rock, fly up and teach him manners

From Teach Sagard to Clonmore

There flows a stream of Saxon gore

And great is Rory Og O'More at sending the loons to hades

White is sick and Grey has fled

Now for Black Fitzwilliam's head

We'll send it over dripping red to Liza and her ladies