Young Dubliners With All Due Respect Follow Me Up To Carlow

Lift MacCahir Og your face You re brooding o er you re old disgrace That black FitzWilliam stormed your place, He sent you to the Fern. Grey said victory was sure Soon the firebrand he d secure; 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 out with sword On we ll go for by the lord Fiach MacHugh has given the word, Follow me up to Carlow. From Tassagart to Clonm