Oh, then tell me, Sean O 'Farrell,
tell me why you hurry so.
Hush me, Buchel, hush and listen,
and his cheeks were all aglow.
I bear or ders from the captain,
get you ready quick and soon.
For the pikes must be together
by the rising of the moon.
By the risin' of the moon,
By the risin' of the moon,
For the pikes must be together
By the risin' of the moon.
Oh, then tell me, Sean O 'Farrell,
Where the gatherin' is to be?
In the o' spot by the river,
Right well known to you and me.
One word more for signal token,
Whistle up the marchin' tune.
With your pike upon your shoulder,
By the rising of the moon,
With your pike upon your shoulder,
By the rising of the moon
Out of many a mud wall cabin
eyes were watchin' through the night
Many a manly heart was throbbin'
for the comin' mornin' light
Murmurs ran along the valleys
like the banshee's lonely croon
And a thousand pikes were flashin'
by the risin' of the moon,
By the risin' of the moon,
by the risin' of the moon,
And a thousand pikes were flashin'
by the risin' of the moon.
There beside the singin' river
that dark mass of men was seen,
Far above their shining weapons
hung their own beloved green.
Dead to every foe and traitor,
Forward strike the marching tune,
And our army bites for freedom,
Tis the risin' of the moon.
