Текст песни Jim McCann - Follow me up to Carlow

Look, Mac Kehir: black demon,
Lord Fitz-William, us climbed.
The battle we are called and the forest,
And a hill covered with turf.

Gray victory feasting,
Flames poured blood,
But Glenmalyure met
With Fick McHugh O'Bёrnom.

Chorus:
Though you swear by, though Bran
Lord Kildare, though hurt himself!
Hey, Fitz-William, beware
Paid for their victory!
Word gave Fick McHugh
You break into a spirited fight.
For Ireland, their
In Carlow follow with me!

Halberd up and down,
Our O'Bёrn faster than a trot.
Children gathered Gael
Under his banner.
Nor for is our strong point
Comb crowns the Saxon?
So pluck the same cock,
English crow!

From Tassagarta to the mountains -
Throughout bit Saxon thief.
Scary Rory Og O'Mor,
Son of the battle, brother good luck.
He finds Fitz William,
And he will carry the head off,
To the court will send it -
Let Liz over her cry!