Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ranagri
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Donal Rogers
Songwriter
Lyrics
Lift MacCahir Óg your face
Brooding over 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 Fiach MacHugh O'Byrne
Fiach will do what Fiach will dare
Now FitzWilliam, have a care
Fallen is your star, low
Up with halbert out with sword
Fiach MacHugh has given the word
See the swords of Glen Imaal
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
Fiach will do what Fiach will dare
Now FitzWilliam, have a care
Fallen is your star, low
Up with halbert out with sword
Fiach MacHugh has given the word
Follow me up to Carlow
From Tassagart to Clonmore
Flows a stream of Saxon gore
O, great is Rory Óg 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 Liza and her ladies
Fiach will do what Fiach will dare
Now FitzWilliam, have a care
Fallen is your star, low
Up with halbert out with sword
Fiach MacHugh has given the word
Follow me up to Carlow
Follow me up to Carlow
Writer(s): Donal Rogers
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