| Follow Me Up to Carlow |
Traditional. PD. Recorded by Darby O'Gill, "The Gettin's Good",
2002, Dog Sheet Music. (et al)
2002, Dog Sheet Music. (et al)
Follow Me Up to Carlow
Em D
Lift Mac Cahir Og your face, brooding o´er the old disgrace
Em D Em
That black Fitzwilliam stormed your place and drove you to the Fern
D
Grey said victory was sure; soon the firebrand he´d secure
Em D Em
Until he met at Glenmalure, Feach Mac Hugh O´Byrne
G D
Curse and swear, Lord Kildare; Feach will do what Feach will dare
G D Em
Now Fitzwilliam, have a care; fallen is your star, low
G D
Up with halberd, out with sword; on we go, for by the Lord
G A G D Em D-Em-D-Em
Feach Mac Hugh has given the word: (1,2,3,4) Follow me up to Carlow
See the swords of Glen Imayle, flashing o´er the English Pale
See all the children of the Gael beneath O´Byrne´s banners
Rooster of the fighting stock, would you let a Saxon cock
Crow out upon an Irish rock? Fly up and teach him manners
Curse and swear, Lord Kildare; Feach will do what Feach will dare
Now Fitzwilliam, have a care; fallen is your star, low
Up with halberd, out with sword; on we go, for by the Lord
Feach Mac Hugh has given the word: (1,2,3,4) Follow me up to Carlow
From Tassagart to Clonmore there flows a stream of Saxon gore
Great is Rory Oge O´More at sending the loons to Hades
White is sick and Lane is fled and now for black Fitzwilliam´s head
We´ll send it over, dripping red, to Liza and the ladies
Em D
Lift Mac Cahir Og your face, brooding o´er the old disgrace
Em D Em
That black Fitzwilliam stormed your place and drove you to the Fern
D
Grey said victory was sure; soon the firebrand he´d secure
Em D Em
Until he met at Glenmalure, Feach Mac Hugh O´Byrne
G D
Curse and swear, Lord Kildare; Feach will do what Feach will dare
G D Em
Now Fitzwilliam, have a care; fallen is your star, low
G D
Up with halberd, out with sword; on we go, for by the Lord
G A G D Em D-Em-D-Em
Feach Mac Hugh has given the word: (1,2,3,4) Follow me up to Carlow
See the swords of Glen Imayle, flashing o´er the English Pale
See all the children of the Gael beneath O´Byrne´s banners
Rooster of the fighting stock, would you let a Saxon cock
Crow out upon an Irish rock? Fly up and teach him manners
Curse and swear, Lord Kildare; Feach will do what Feach will dare
Now Fitzwilliam, have a care; fallen is your star, low
Up with halberd, out with sword; on we go, for by the Lord
Feach Mac Hugh has given the word: (1,2,3,4) Follow me up to Carlow
From Tassagart to Clonmore there flows a stream of Saxon gore
Great is Rory Oge O´More at sending the loons to Hades
White is sick and Lane is fled and now for black Fitzwilliam´s head
We´ll send it over, dripping red, to Liza and the ladies
Notes: The tune, it is said, is the battle tune heard during the fight.