Follow Me Up To Carlow
Derek Warfield & the Wolfe Tones Lyrics


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O 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 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 Halbert, on with sword
On we'll go for by the Lord
Fiach MacHugh has given the word
Follow me up to Carlow

O 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

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

From Teach Sagard to Cluain Mhór there
Flows the stream of Saxon gore
O, great is Rory Óg O'More
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

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

Overall Meaning

"Follow Me Up To Carlow" by Derek Warfield & the Wolfe Tones is a powerful and evocative song that recounts a significant event in Irish history, specifically the Battle of Glenmalure in 1580. The song captures the defiance and fighting spirit of the Irish rebels as they rallied under the leadership of Fiach Mac Hugh O'Byrne against the English crown.


The lyrics begin with a call to action, urging MacCahir Óg, a reference to a leader of the O'Byrne clan, to rise up and avenge the disgraceful attack by the English Lord Fitzwilliam that forced them into hiding. The verse highlights the confidence and determination of the Irish rebels, assured of their impending victory. The chorus emphasizes the rallying cry of Fiach Mac Hugh O'Byrne, urging his comrades to join him in the fight and follow him to Carlow, a key strategic location in Ireland.


The second verse depicts the swords of Glen Imayle, a region in Ireland, flashing over the English-controlled area known as the Pale. It speaks of the unity and strength of the Gaelic people, united under O'Byrne's banner. The line "Would you let the Saxon cock, crow out upon an Irish rock" conveys the Irish resistance to English dominance, with the rooster symbolizing English influence and the need to reclaim Irish territory.


The final verse celebrates the defeat of the English, with references to Teach Sagard and Cluain Mhór, places where the stream of Saxon blood flows freely. Rory Óg O'More is praised for his leadership, while mocking the English lords White and Grey who have retreated. The verse concludes with a vivid image of Fitzwilliam's severed head being sent to Liza and her ladies, symbolizing the victory of the Irish rebels and the triumph of justice.


Overall, "Follow Me Up To Carlow" is a stirring and patriotic song that showcases the resilience and determination of the Irish people in the face of oppression. It celebrates a significant moment in Irish history, reminding listeners of the ongoing fight for independence and the enduring spirit of the Irish nation.


Line by Line Meaning

O Lift MacCahir Óg your face
Oh, young MacCahir, lift up your face


Brooding o'er the old disgrace
Thinking deeply about the past disgrace


That black Fitzwilliam stormed your place and
When the dark Fitzwilliam attacked your home and


Sent you to the Fern
Sent you away in exile


Grey said victory was sure
Grey believed victory was certain


Soon the firebrand he'd secure
He thought he'd secure the rebellious leader


Until he met at Glenmalure with
Until he encountered at Glenmalure


Fiach Mac Hugh O'Byrne
Fiach Mac Hugh O'Byrne


Curse and swear Lord Kildare
Lord Kildare, curse and swear


Fiach will do what Fiach will dare
Fiach will do whatever he dares


Now Fitzwilliam, have a care
Now, Fitzwilliam, be cautious


Fallen is your star, low
Your star has fallen low


Up with Halbert, on with sword
Raise your halberd, continue with the sword


On we'll go for by the Lord
We will continue on, by the Lord


Fiach MacHugh has given the word
Fiach MacHugh has given the command


Follow me up to Carlow
Follow me to Carlow


O see the swords of Glen Imayle
Oh, look at the swords of Glen Imayle


Flashing o'er the English Pale
Shining over the English boundary


See all the children of the Gael
See all the Irish people


Beneath O'Byrne's banners
Gathered under O'Byrne's banners


Rooster of the fighting stock
Symbol of the brave warriors


Would you let the Saxon cock
Would you let the English rooster


Crow out upon an Irish rock
Boast on an Irish land


Fly up and teach him manners
Rise up and teach him a lesson


From Teach Sagard to Cluain Mhór there
From Teach Sagard to Cluain Mhór, there


Flows the stream of Saxon gore
Flows the stream of blood from the English


O, great is Rory Óg O'More
Oh, great is young Rory Óg O'More


For sending loons to Hades
For sending fools to hell


For White is sick and Grey has fled
For White is ill and Grey has run away


And now for black Fitzwilliam's head
And now, for the head of dark Fitzwilliam


We'll send it over dripping red
We will send it over dripping with blood


To Liza and her ladies
To Liza and her female companions




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JH14FAN

One of my favourite Irish rebel song

SoloLobos696

Route the foreign hordes my boys! We'll see a free country yet!

Colin McDonald

All 32 Counties!

Pat Pearce

Coming in through skylight, window and forged key to door.

Pat Pearce

Making noise often when I start studying, on street.

The Banter Bros

Mupp Carlow 🇮🇪❤️💛💚

Rob Owers

Nice little tune

Pat Pearce

19th century expressions of idea distribution of nationalism.

ShadyL

I live in Carlow 😂 I’m from Dublin do I count?

Astral Druid

YYEEEEOOOOOOOOHHH !!!

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