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Now come tell me Sean O’Farrell tell me why you hurry so.
Hush my bhuachaill, hush and listen, and his cheeks were all aglow.
I have orders from the Captain: make 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,
the pikes must be together by the rising of the moon
And come tell me Sean O’Farrell where the gathering is to be?
At the old spot by the river quite well known to you and me?
And by way of signal token, whistle loud the marching 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,
wth your pike upon your shoulder by the rising of the moon
Out of 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 valley like the banshees lonely croon,
and a thousand blades a flashing by the rising of the moon.
By the rising of the moon, by the rising of the moon,
a thousand bladees were flashing by the rising of the moon
All along the singing river a black mass of men was seen,
and above their shining weapons hung their own beloved green.
“Death to every foe and traitor, forward strike a marching tune”
and “Hurrah!” me boys for freedom, ‘tis the rising of the moon
At the rising of the moon, at the rising of the moon,
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, e’en still are beating hearts in manhood burning noon,
who would follow in their footsteps, at the risin’ of the moon!
By the rising of the moon, By the rising of the moon
Who would follow in their footsteps, at the risin’ of the moon.
