The rising of the moon

Oh, then tell me Sean O’Farrell, tell me why you hurry so?
Hush, me buchall, 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,

By the rising of the moon, by the rising of the moon,
for the pikes must be together by the rising of the moon

Oh then tell me sure O’Farrell where the gathering is to be,
“in the old spot by the river, right well known to you and me.”
One more word for signal token, whistle up their 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,
with your pike upon your shoulder, by the rising of the moon

Out from many a mud wall cabin eyes were watching through the night
many a manly heart was throbbing for the moon’s? warning light
murmurs passed along the valley like the banshees lonely croon
and 1000 blades were flashing at the rising of the moon.

By the rising of the moon, by the rising of the moon,
and 1000 blades were flashing at the rising of the moon

There beside the singing river that dark mass of men were seen
far above the shining weapons hung their own beloved green
death to every foe and traitor, forward strike the marching tune
and, hurrah, my boys for freedom, ’tis the rising of the moon.

By the rising of the moon, by the rising of the moon,
hurrah, my boys for freedom, ’tis the rising of the moon.