The Rising of the Moon Lyrics

Ah then tell me Sean O'Farrell
Tell me why you're hurrying so
Hush my boy oh hush and listen
And his eyes were all aglow
I bear orders from the captain
Get you 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 gatherin' 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 the marchin' tune
With your pike upon your shoulder
At the rising of the moon

All beside the singing river
That dark mass of men were seen
Far above their shining weapons
Hung their own immortal green
Death to every foe and traitor
Forward strike the marching tune
And hurrah my 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 while hearts are beating
in manhood's burning noon,
We shall follow in their footsteps
At the rising of the moon.
Lyrics Submitted by Christian Saiseau