Rising of the Moon

Oh then tell me Sean O'Farrell tell me why you hurry so Hush me buachaill hush and listen and his cheeks were all aglow I bear orders from the captain get you ready quick and soon For the pikes must be together at the rising of the moon Oh them tell me Sean O'Farrell where the gathering is to be In the old spot by the river right well known to you and me One more word for signal token whistle up the marching tune With your pike upon your shoulder at the rising of the moon Out from many a mud wall cabin eyes were watching through the night Many a manly heart was throbbing for the blessed morning light Murmurs ran along the valleys like the banshee's lonely croon And a thousand blades were flashing by the rising of the moon There beside the singing river that dark mass of men were seen High above their shining weapons flew their own beloved green Death to every foe and traitor forward strike the marching tune And hurrah me boys for freedom 'tis the rising of the moon Well they fought for poor old Ireland and full bitter was their fate Oh what glorious pride and sorrow fills the name of ninety eight Yet thank God even still are beating hearts in manhood's burning noon Who would follow in their footsteps at the rising of the moon At the rising of the moon at the rising of the moon Who would follow in their footsteps at the rising of the moon