Lift MacCahir Og your face
Brooding o'er the old disgrace
That Black Fitzwillam stormed your place
And drove you to the fern
Grey said victory was sure
Now 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 you 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
See the swords of Glen Imaal
Flashing o'er the English pale
See all the children of the Gael
Beneath O'Byrne's banners
Rooster of a fighting stock
Would yet let a Saxon cock
Crow out upon an Irish rock
Fly up and teach him manners
Curse and swear, Lord Kildare
Fiach will do what Fiach will dare
Now Fitzwilliam, have a care
Fallen is you 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
Now from Tassagart to Clonmore
There flows a stream of Saxon gore
And great is Rory Og O'More
At sending loons to hades
White is sick and Grey has fled
Now for Black Fitzwilliam's head
Send it over dripping red
To Eliza and her ladies
Curse and swear, Lord Kildare
Fiach will do what Fiach will dare
Now Fitzwilliam, have a care
Fallen is you 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