Oh, tell me, O 'Farrell, tell me,
Hushabookle, hush and listen,
and his cheeks were all aglow
I bear orders from the captain,
get ye ready quick and soon
For the pikes must be together
by the risin' 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, O 'Farrell,
where the gathering is to be
In an old spot by the river
that's well known to you and me
One word more for signal token,
whistle out a marching tune
With your pikes upon your shoulder,
by the rising of the moon
By the rising of the moon,
by the rising of the moon
With your pikes upon your shoulder,
by the rising of the moon
Out from many a mud wall,
Many a manly heart was throbbing,
waiting for the warning light
Murmurs passed along the valley,
like a banshee's lonely croon
And a thousand waves were flashing
by the rising of the moon
By the rising of the moon,
by the rising of the moon
And a thousand waves were flashing
by the rising of the moon
There beside that singing river,
that dark mass of men was seen.
High above their shining weapons
hung their own beloved green.
Death to every foe and traitor,
for it strike a march in tune.
Anorama boys, for freedom,
tis the risin' of the moon.
By the risin' of the moon,
by the risin' of the moon.
Anorama boys, for freedom,
tis the risin' of the moon.
Oh, they fought for dear old Ireland,
What full bidder was their fate?
That name of ninety -eight!
Yet, thank God, he'll still be ten,
Hearts of manhood's burnin' noon,
Who'd follow in their footsteps
By the risin' of the moon!
By the risin' of the moon!
By the risin' of the moon!
Who'd follow in their footsteps
By the risin' of the moon!
By the risin' of the moon,
By the risin' of the moon,
Tis the risin' of the moon.
