.Lift mcCahir Og your face
You're brooding over the old disgrace
That Black Fitzwilliam stormed your place and sent you to the ferns
Grey said victory was sure
Soon the firebrand he'd secured
Until he met at Glenmalure with Fiach MacHugh O'Byrne
Curse and swear Lord Kildare
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