The Rising of the Moon

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