(The Marching Song Of Fiach MacHugh)

Patrick Joseph McCall

In 1580, in the lonely pass of Glen Malure in Co. Wicklow, Fiach MacHugh O’Byrne completely overthrew the forces of the Crown under Lord Gre de Wilton. The victory is commemorated in this stirring song.

Lift, MacCahir Og, 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,
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 halbert! Out with sword!
On we go, for, by the Lord
Fiach MacHugh has given his word!
Follow me up to Carlow!

See 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 upon an Irish rock?
Fly up and teach him manners!

From Tassagart to Clonmore
Flows a stream of Saxon gore
Och, great is Rory Og O’More
At sending loons to Hades!
White is sick, and Lane is fled,
Now for black Fitzwilliam’s head
We’ll send it over dripping red
To Queen Liza and her ladies!


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