Lift maccahir og your face

You're brooding o'er you're old disgrace

That black fitzwilliam stormed your place

He sent 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

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

They flash all 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 a saxon cock

Crow out upon an irish rock

Fly up and we'll 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 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

At sending loons to hades

White is sick and grey is fled

And now for black fitzwilliam's 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 the word

Follow me up to carlow

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