Irish folk song celebrating the defeat of
the English at the Battle of Glenmalure during the Second Desmond Rebellion in 1580.
Lift, MacCahir Og, your face,
Still brooding over the old disgrace
That Black Fitzwilliam stormed your place
And drove you to the Fern?
Grey said victory was sure
And soon the firebrand he'd secure
Until he met at Glenmalure
With Feach MacHugh O'Byrne.
Curse and swear, Lord Kildare,
Feach will do what Feach 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
Feach 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 the fighting stock,
Would you let a Saxon cock
Crow out upon an Irish rock?
Fly up and teach him manners.
From Tassagart to Clonmore
There flows a stream of Saxon gore
Oh, great is Rory Oge O'More
At sending the loons to Hades.
White is sick and Grey is fled
And now for Black Fitzwilliam's head
We'll send it over, dripping red,
To Queen Liza and her ladies.