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