[Verse]
Oh, lift MacCahir Óg your face, brooding o'er the old disgrace,
That black Fitzwilliam stormed your place and 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.

[Chorus]
Curse and swear Lord Kildare, Fiach will do what Fiach will dare,
Now Fitzwilliam, have a care, fallen is your star, low,
Up with Halbert, on with sword, on we'll go for by the Lord,
Fiach MacHugh has given the word, "Follow me up to Carlow."

[Verse]
Oh, 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 the Saxon cock,
Crow out upon an Irish rock, fly up and teach him manners.

[Chorus]
Curse and swear Lord Kildare, Fiach will do what Fiach will dare,
Now Fitzwilliam, have a care, fallen is your star, low,
Up with Halbert, on with sword, on we'll go for by the Lord,
Fiach MacHugh has given the word, "Follow me up to Carlow."

[Verse]
From Teach Sagard to Cluain Mhór there flows the stream of Saxon gore,
Oh, great is Rory Óg O'Moore, for sending loons to Hades,
For White is sick and Grey has fled and now for black Fitzwilliam's head,
We'll send it over dripping red, to Liza and her ladies.

[Chorus]
Curse and swear Lord Kildare, Fiach will do what Fiach will dare,
Now Fitzwilliam, have a care, fallen is your star, low,
Up with Halbert, on with sword, on we'll go for by the Lord,
Fiach MacHugh has given the word, "Follow me up to Carlow.".