Oh then tell me Sean O’Farrell, tell me why you hurry so
Hush mo bhuachaill, hush and listen and his cheeks were all aglow
I bear orders from the captain, get you ready quick and soon
For our pikes must be together by the rising of the moon
By the rising of the moon, by the rising of the moon
Our pikes must be together by the rising of the moon
Oh then tell me Sean O’Farrell, where the gathering is to be
At the old spot by the river right well known to you and me
One more word for signal token, whistle out the marching tune
With your pike upon your shoulder at the rising of the moon
At the rising of the moon, at the rising of the moon
With your pike upon your shoulder at the rising of the moon
Out from many a mud walled cabin, eyes were watching though the night
Many a manly heart was throbbing for the coming morning light
Murmurs ran along the valley to the banshee’s lonely croon
And a thousand pikes were flashing by the rising of the moon
By the rising of the moon, by the rising of the moon
A thousand pikes were flashing by the rising of the moon
All along that singing river, that dark mass of men was seen
High above their shining weapons hung their own beloved green
Death to every foe and traitor, whistle up the marching tune
And hoorah me boys for freedom, ’tis the rising of the moon
’tis the rising of the moon, ’tis the rising of the moon
Hoorah me boys for freedom, ’tis the rising of the moon
Well, they fought for poor old Ireland and full bitter was their fate
What glorious pride and sorrow fills the name of Ninety-eight
Yet, thank God, we still have beating, hearts of manhoods burning tune
Who will follow in their footsteps at the rising of the moon
At the rising of the moon, at the rising of the moon
Who will follow in their footsteps at the rising of the moon
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