paroles de chanson Follow Me Up to Carlow - The Wolfe Tones

Lift MacCahir Og your face, brooding oer the old disgrace
When Black Fitzwilliam stormed your place
And drove you to the fern.
Grey said victory was sure soon the firebrand he′d secure
Til he met at Glenmalure with Fiach MacHugh OByrne
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 well go for by the Lord
Fiach MacHugh has given his word. Follow me up to Carlow.
See the swords of Glen Imaal,
A flashing oer the English pale
See all the soldiers of the Gael beneath OByrnes banner
Rooster of a fighting stock,
Would ye let a Saxon cock
Cry out upon an Irish rock?
Fly up and teach him manners!
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 his word.
Follow me up to Carlow.
Now from Tassagart to Clonmore,
There flows a stream of Saxon gore
And great is Rory Og OMore
At sending loons to Hades
White is sick and Grey has fled,
Now for Black Fitzwilliams head
We′ll send it over dripping red,
To Liza and her ladies!
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 his word.
Follow me up to Carlow.