Lift MacCahir Óg 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 Glenmalure,
With Fiach MacHugh O’Byrne {Fiach Mac Aodh Uî Broin}.

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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 MacHugh has given the word:
Follow me up to Carlow!

See the swords of Glen Imayle,
Flashing o'er the English Pale,
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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!

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From Tassagart to Clonmore,
Flows a stream of Saxon gore.
Och, great is Rory Og O'More,
At sending loons to Hades.
White is sick and Lane is fled,
Now for Black FitzWilliams' head
We'll send it over dripping red,
To Queen Liza and her ladies

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