Carlough
Author Unknown. Traditional Irish
Bruce McTaggart, hold your face
Brooding over the old disgrace
That black FitzWilliam's stormed yer place,
Drove you to the fens!
Grey said, "Vicar, leave assured.
Soon the fire-byrne we'll secure."
Until he met at Glen Malure
With Feach MacHugh O'Burne!
Chorus:
Curse and swear, Lord Kildare!
Feach will do as FEach will dare!
Now, FitzWilliam have a care!
Fallen is your star, low!
Up with halberd! Out with sword!
On we go, for by the Lord
Feach MacHugh has given the word:
"Follow me up to Carlough!"
See the swords at Glen Amough:
They're flashin' over the English Pale!
See all the children of the Gael
Beneath O'Burn'es banner!
Rooster of a fightin' stock,
Would you let a Saxon cock
Crow out upon an Irish rock?
Fly up and teach him manners!
(Chorus)
From Tassangart to Clamore
There flows a stream of Saxon gore
We're great as Rory Og O'Mor
At sendin' the lions to Hades!
White is sick, Grey is fled,
Now for black FitzWilliams head!
We'll send it over drippin' red
To Queen 'Liza and her ladies!
(Chorus)
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