Henry's Songbook

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 McHugh has given the word
Follow me up to Carlow

Lift Mac Cahir Og your face, brooding o'er the old disgrace
That black Fitzwilliam stormed your place, drove you to the fern
Grey said victory was sure, soon the firebrand he'd secure
Until he met at Glen Malure with Fiach MacHugh O'Byrne

See the swords at Glen Imaal, they're flashing over the English pale
See all the children of the Gael beneath O'Byrne's banners
Rooster of a fighting stock, would you let a Saxon cock
Crow out upon an Irish rock - fly up and teach him manners

From Tassagart to Clonmore there flows a stream of Saxon gore
Well great is Rory Og O More at sending the loons to Hades
White is sick, Grey is fled, now for black Fitzwilliam's head
We'll send it over dripping red to Queen Liza and her ladies