Oh, come tell me, Sean O 'Farrell,
tell me why your heart is so
Hush -a -buckle, hush -a -listen,
and his cheeks were all aglow
I bear orders for the captain,
For the pikes must be together
by the rising of the moon
how far away the gathering is to be
quite well known to you and me
One more waltz, a signal token
we still love to march in tune
With a peck upon the shoulder
by the rising of the moon
By the rising of the moon,
by the rising of the moon
With a peck upon the shoulder
by the rising of the moon
Were watching through the night
Many men their hearts were beating
For the blessed morning light
Marmots rang along the valleys
To the men she slowly pruned
And a thousand pikes were flashing
By the rising of the moon
By the rising of the moon
By the rising of the moon
And a thousand pikes were flashing
By the rising of the moon
All along the singing river
That black mass of men was seen
High above their shiny weapons
Flew their own beloved green
That through every foe and traitor
We sloughed and marched in tune
And the rugby boys for freedom
Tears 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
With a pike upon the shoulder
By the rising of the moon
And a thousand pikes were flashing
By the rising of the moon
At the rising of the moon
And an army fights for freedom
At the rising of the moon
