The Rising of the Moon

Up and tell me Sean O'Farrell

Tell me why you hurry so

"Hush, my boy, now hush and listen"

And his eyes were all aglow

"I bear from the captain

Get thee ready quick and soon

For the fight must be together

At the rising of the moon"

Up and tell me Sean O'Farrell

Where the gatherin' is to be

"In your spot by the river

Right well known to you and me"

One word more

A signal token

Whistle up a marchin' tune

With your pike upon your shoulder

At the rising of the moon

There beside the singin' river

That dark mass of men were seen

For above their shinin' weapons

Hung their old, immortal dreams

"Death to every foe and traitor

Forward strike the marchin' tune"

And hurrah my boys for freedom

'Tis the rising of the moon

How well they fought for poor, old Ireland

And so bitter was their fate

Oh, what glorious pride and sorrow

Fills the name of '98

Yes, thank God, what hearts are beatin'

Each man bears a burnin' wound

We will follow in their footsteps

At the rising of the moon