The Rising of the Moon

Ah then 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 orders from the captain
Get ye ready quick and soon
For the pikes must be together
At the rising of the moon
Ah then tell me Sean O’Farrell
Where the gath’rin is to be
In the old spot by the river
Right well known to you and me
One word more, a signal token
Whistle of the marchin' tune
With your pike upon your shoulder
At the rising of the moon
There beside that singing river
That dark mass of men was seen
Far above their shining weapons
Hung their own immortal green
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 full bitter, was their fate
Oh what glorious pride and sorrow
Fills the name of '98
Yet thank God while hearts are beating
Each man bears a burning wound
We will follow in their footsteps
At the rising of the moon