The Marching Song of Fiach Mac Hugh Songtext
von Cruachan

Lift MacCahir Og your face brooding o′er the old disgrace
That black Fitzwilliam stormed your place, drove you to the Fern
Grey said victory was sure soon the firebrand he'd secure
Until he met at Glenmaiure with Fiach Mac Hugh 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, flashing o'er the English Pale
See all the children of the Gael, beneath O′Byrne′s banners
Rooster of a fighting stock, would you let a Saxon cock
Crow out upon an Irish rock, fly up and 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 Saggart to Clonmore, there flows a stream of Saxon gore
O great is Rory Og 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

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

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