Lyrics
Lift Mc Ca hir Og yer face stil broodin o'r the old dis grace that black Fitz Will iam stormd yer place and drove ya to the Faern Grey said vic tory was sur that soon the fire brand
cure un till he met at Glen ma lure with Feach Mc Hugh O' Byrne Curse and swear Lord Kil dare Fea
do what Feach will dare Up with Hal bert out with Sword on we go for by the Lord Feach Mc Hugh has giv e
rd Fol low me up to Car low - see the swords of Glen Im ayle fla shin o'r the eng lish mail see
chil dren of the Gael be neath O' Byr ne's banner Roos ter of the figh tin stock would you let a Sax on cock crow ou