The Rising Of The Moon

– Trad.

Now come tell me Sean O’Farrell
Tell me why you hurry so
Hush a bhuachaill, 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
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
Quiet well known to you and me
One more word for signal token
Whistle loud that marching tune
With the pike upon your shoulder
It’s the rising of the moon

Out from many a mud wall cabin
Eyes were watching through the night
Many a manly heart was throbbing
Through the blessed morning light
Murmurs passed along the valleys
Like the banshee’s lonely croon
And a thousand blades were flashing
At the rising of the moon

There beside that singing river
A dark mass of men was seen
Far above their shining weapons
Hung their own beloved green
Death to every foe and traitor
Whistle out the marching tune
And hurrah my boys of freedom
It’s the rising of the moon

By the rising of the moon
By the rising of the moon
And hurrah my boys of freedom
It’s the rising of the moon