Lift Mac Cahir Og your face, brooding o'er the old disgrace
That black Fitzwilliam stormed your place and drove you to the Fern.
Gray 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 go for by the Lord
Feach Mac Hugh has given his word: Follow me up to Carlow
Great is Rory Og O'More at sending loons to Hades.