Lift MacCahir Og your face brooding o'er the old disgrace
That black Fitzwilliam stormed your place and drove you to the Fern
Grey said victory was sure soon the firebrand he'd secure
Until he met at Glenmalure with Feach MacHugh O'Byrne
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'll go for by the lord
Feach MacHugh has given the word, 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 a 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'll go for by the lord
Feach MacHugh has given the word, follow me up to Carlow
From Tassagart to Clonmore, there flows a stream of Saxon gore
Oh, great is Rory Oge O'More sending loons to Hades
White is sick and Grey is fled, now for black Fitzwilliam's head
We'll send it over, dripping red, to Liza and her ladies
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'll go for by the lord
Feach MacHugh has given the word, follow me up to Carlow
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'll go for by the lord
Feach MacHugh has given the word, follow me up to Carlow