The Rising Of The Moon

And come tell me Sean O'Farrell tell me why you hurry so

Husha buachaill hush and listen and his cheeks were all a glow

I bare orders from the captain get you ready quick and soon

For the pikes must be together by the rising of the moon

By the rising of the moon, by the rising of the moon

For the pikes must be together by the rising of the moon

And come tell me Sean O'Farrell where the gath'rin is to be

At the old spot by the river quite well known to you and me

One more word for signal token whistle out the marchin' tune

With your pike upon your shoulder by the rising of the moon

By the rising of the moon, by the rising of the moon

With your pike upon your shoulder by the rising of the moon

Out from many a mud wall cabin eyes were watching through the night

Many a manly heart was beating for the blessed warning light

Murmurs rang along the valleys to the banshees 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

And a thousand pikes were flashing by the rising of the moon

All along that singing river that black mass of men was seen

High above their shining weapons flew their own beloved green

Death to every foe and traitor! Whistle out the marching tune

And hurrah, me boys, for freedom, 'tis the rising of the moon

'Tis the rising of the moon, 'tis the rising of the moon

And hurrah, me boys, for freedom, 'tis the rising of the moon