Follow Me Up To Carlow 歌词
| 歌曲 | Follow Me Up To Carlow |
| 歌手 | Blood Axis |
| 专辑 | Witch-Hunt & The Rites Of Samhain |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| Lift MacCahir Óg 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 and soon the firebrand he'd secure | |
| Until he met at Glenmalure with Fiach MacHugh O'Byrne | |
| Curse and swear Lord Kildare | |
| Fiach will do what Fiach 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 | |
| Fiach MacHugh has given his word, | |
| Follow me up to Carlow! | |
| See the swords of Glen Imall, the flashin' 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 | |
| Curse and swear Lord Kildare | |
| Fiach will do what Fiach 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 | |
| Fiach MacHugh has given his word, | |
| Follow me up to Carlow! | |
| (x2) | |
| From Tassagart to Clonmore, there flows a stream of Saxon gore | |
| And great is Rory Óg O'More, and sending the 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 | |
| Curse and swear Lord Kildare | |
| Fiach will do what Fiach 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 | |
| Fiach MacHugh has given his word, | |
| Follow me up to Carlow! |
| Lift MacCahir Ó 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 and soon the firebrand he' d secure | |
| Until he met at Glenmalure with Fiach MacHugh O' Byrne | |
| Curse and swear Lord Kildare | |
| Fiach will do what Fiach 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 | |
| Fiach MacHugh has given his word, | |
| Follow me up to Carlow! | |
| See the swords of Glen Imall, the flashin' 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 | |
| Curse and swear Lord Kildare | |
| Fiach will do what Fiach 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 | |
| Fiach MacHugh has given his word, | |
| Follow me up to Carlow! | |
| x2 | |
| From Tassagart to Clonmore, there flows a stream of Saxon gore | |
| And great is Rory Ó g O' More, and sending the 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 | |
| Curse and swear Lord Kildare | |
| Fiach will do what Fiach 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 | |
| Fiach MacHugh has given his word, | |
| Follow me up to Carlow! |
| Lift MacCahir Ó 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 and soon the firebrand he' d secure | |
| Until he met at Glenmalure with Fiach MacHugh O' Byrne | |
| Curse and swear Lord Kildare | |
| Fiach will do what Fiach 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 | |
| Fiach MacHugh has given his word, | |
| Follow me up to Carlow! | |
| See the swords of Glen Imall, the flashin' 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 | |
| Curse and swear Lord Kildare | |
| Fiach will do what Fiach 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 | |
| Fiach MacHugh has given his word, | |
| Follow me up to Carlow! | |
| x2 | |
| From Tassagart to Clonmore, there flows a stream of Saxon gore | |
| And great is Rory Ó g O' More, and sending the 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 | |
| Curse and swear Lord Kildare | |
| Fiach will do what Fiach 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 | |
| Fiach MacHugh has given his word, | |
| Follow me up to Carlow! |
YouTube搜索结果 (转至YouTube)