The Rising of the Moon

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

 Oh, come tell me, Sean O'Farrill, where the gathering is to be

 Are the oars flow by the river, quite well known to you and me

 One more word will signal so we can whistle out the marching tune

 When the pikes upon your shoulder by the rising of the moon

 Oh, come tell me, Sean O'Farrill, tell me why you're hurry so

 Hush-a-foogle, hush-a-missin', and his chicks were all aglow

 I've heard orders from the captain, get you ready quick and soon

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

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

 All alone that singing river, that black mass on the wide sea

 High above the shining with us, to their own beloved three

 Let's be wary for when dread or whistle out the marching tune

 And we'll run and fight for freedom at the rising of the moon

 Hey!

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

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

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

 When the pikes upon your shoulder by the rising of the moon

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

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

 At the rising of the moon, at the rising of the moon

 And we'll run and fight for freedom at the rising of the moon

 Hey!