[Em]Lift Mac Cahir O[D]g your face, br[Em]ooding o'er the[D] old disgrace
That [Em]black Fitzwilliam st[D]ormed your place and dro[G-D-Em]ve you to the Fern.
[Em]Gray said victor[D]y was sure, [Em]soon the firebrand he'd sec[D]ure
[Em]Until he met at Gl[D]enmalure, F[G-D-Em]each Mac Hugh O'Byrne
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Chorus:
[G]Curse and swear, Lord Kildare, Fe[D]ach will do what Feach will dare
[G]Now Fitzwilliam have a care, fal[G-D-Em]len is your star low
[G]Up with halbert, out with sword, on we g[D]o for by the Lord
[G]Feach Mac Hugh has given his wor[G-D-Em]d: Follow me up to Carlow
From Tassagart ____to Clonmore flows a stream of Saxon Gore
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 Liza and her ladies
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 an Saxon cock
Crow out upon an Irish rock, fly up and teach him manners
That [Em]black Fitzwilliam st[D]ormed your place and dro[G-D-Em]ve you to the Fern.
[Em]Gray said victor[D]y was sure, [Em]soon the firebrand he'd sec[D]ure
[Em]Until he met at Gl[D]enmalure, F[G-D-Em]each Mac Hugh O'Byrne
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Chorus:
[G]Curse and swear, Lord Kildare, Fe[D]ach will do what Feach will dare
[G]Now Fitzwilliam have a care, fal[G-D-Em]len is your star low
[G]Up with halbert, out with sword, on we g[D]o for by the Lord
[G]Feach Mac Hugh has given his wor[G-D-Em]d: Follow me up to Carlow
From Tassagart ____to Clonmore flows a stream of Saxon Gore
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 Liza and her ladies
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 an Saxon cock
Crow out upon an Irish rock, fly up and teach him manners
