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Follow Me Up To Carlow, Lyrics And Guitar Chords, Patrick Joseph McCall.In 1580 Fiach Mc O' Byrne completely overtrew the forces of the crown at ''The Pass Of Glen Malure'' in Wicklow. recorded by Planxty, Christy Moore along with The Young Dubliners. Irish rebel music.

[Am] Lift MacCahir[Em] Og your face[Am] brooding o'er the[Em] old disgrace
That[Am] black FitzWilliam[Em] stormed your place, [C]drove you to the[Am] Fern
[Am]Grey said victor[Em]y was sure[Am] soon the firebrand[Em he'd secure;
Un[Am]til he met at[Em] Glenmalure with[C] Feach MacHugh O'[Am]Byrne.

Ch.:[Em] Curse and swear Lord Kildare
[G]Feagh will do what Feach will dare
[EmNow FitzWilliam, have a care
[G]Fallen is your[Am] star, low
[Em]Up with halbert out with sword
On[G] we'll go for by the lord
[Em]Feach MacHugh has given the word,
[G]Follow me up to[Am] Carlow.

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 a Saxon cock
Crow out upon an Irish rock, fly up and teach him manners.

From Tassagart to Clonmore, there flows a stream of Saxon gore
Och, great is Rory Oge O'More, sending the loons to Hades.
White is sick and Lane is fled, now for black FitzWilliam's head
We'll send it over, dripping red, to Queen Liza and the ladies.

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