Patrick Joseph McCall
In 1580, at the pass of Glen Malure in County Wicklow,
Fiach MacHugh O'Byrne overthrew
the forces of the English Crown under Lord Grey de Wilton.
Mac Cahir Ã?g your face,
brooding o'er the old disgrace
That black FitzWilliam stormed your place,
and drove you to the fern
Grey said victory was sure,
soon the firebrand he'd secure
Until he met at Glenmalure:
Feach Mac Hugh 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 halbert, out with sword!
On we'll go, for, by the Lord,
Feach Mac Hugh has given the word:
"Follow me up to Carlow!"
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!
From Tassagart to Clonmore,
there flows a stream of Saxon gore
Och, great is Rory Ã?g O'More
at sending loons to Hades!
White is sick and Grey is fled,
now for black FitzWilliam's head!
We'll send it over, dripping red,
to queen Liza and her ladies!