Lift MacCahir Og your facenYou're brooding o'er you're old disgracenThat black FitzWilliam stormed your place,nHe sent you to the Fern.nGrey said victory was surenSoon the firebrand he'd secure;nUntil he met at GlenmalurenWith Fiach MacHugh O'Byrne.nnCurse and swear Lord Kildare,nFiach will do what Fiach will darenNow FitzWilliam, have a carenFallen is your star, low.nUp with halberd out with swordnOn we'll go for by the lordnFiach MacHugh has given the word,nFollow me up to Carlow.nnFrom Tassagart to Clonmore,nThere flows a stream of Saxon gorenOh, great is Rory Oge O'More,nAt sending loons to Hades.nWhite is sick and Grey is fled,nAnd now for black FitzWilliam's headnWe'll send it over, dripping red,nTo Liza and her ladies.nnCurse and swear Lord Kildare,nFiach will do what Fiach will darenNow FitzWilliam, have a carenFallen is your star, low.nUp with halberd out with swordnOn we'll go for by the lordnFiach MacHugh has given the word,nFollow me up to Carlow.nnCurse and swear Lord Kildare,nFiach will do what Fiach will darenNow FitzWilliam, have a carenFallen is your star, low.nUp with halberd out with swordnOn we'll go for by the lordnFiach MacHugh has given the word,nFollow me up to Carlow.nnSee the swords of Glen Imayle,nThey flash all o'er the English pale,nSee all the children of the Gael,nBeneath O'Byrne's bannersnRooster of the fighting stock,nWould you let a Saxon cocknCrow out upon an Irish rock?nFly up and we'll teach him manners.nnCurse and swear Lord Kildare,nFiach will do what Fiach will darenNow FitzWilliam, have a carenFallen is your star, low.nUp with halberd out with swordnOn we'll go for by the lordnFiach MacHugh has given the word,nFollow me up to Carlow.nnCurse and swear Lord Kildare,nFiach will do what Fiach will darenNow FitzWilliam, have a carenFallen is your star, low.nUp with halberd out with swordnOn we'll go for by the lordnFiach MacHugh has given the word,nFollow me up to Carlow.