Lift, McCahir Og, your face Still brooding over the old disgrace? That Black Fitzwilliam stormed your place Drove you to the Fern Gray 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...Learn More