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Lift
Mac Cahir Og your face, brooding o'er the old disgrace
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That black Fitzwilliam
stormed your place and drove you to the Fern.
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Gray
said victory was sure, soon the firebrand he'd secure
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Until he met at Glenmalure, Fiach Mac Hugh O'Byrne
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Curse and swear, Lord Kildare, Fiach will do what Feach will dare
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Now Fitzwilliam have a care, fallen is your star
low
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Up with halbert, out with sword, on we go for by the Lord
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Fiach Mac Hugh has given his word:
Follow me up to 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 an
English cock
Crow out upon an Irish rock, fly up and teach him
manners
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From Tassagart to Clonmore flows a stream of Saxon Gore
Great is Rory Og O'More at sending loons to Hades.
White is sick and Lane is fled, now for black Fitzwilliams
head
We'll send it over, dripping red, to Liza and her
ladies
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