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 bear orders from the captain get you ready quick and soon
                                                 For the pikes must be together at the rising of the moon

                                                At the rising of the moon, at the rising of the moon
                                                For the pikes must be together at 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 at the rising of the moon

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