And come tell me, Sean O 'Farrell,
Hush -a -buckle, hush and listen,
and his cheeks were all aglow
I bear orders from the captain,
get you ready quick and soon
For the heights must be together
by the rising of the moon
By the rising of the moon,
by the rising of the moon
For the heights must be together
by the rising of the moon
And come tell me, Seán O 'Farrell,
where the gathering's going to be
At the old spot by the river,
quite well known to you and me
One more word for signal token,
whistle out the marching tune
With your pike upon your shoulder,
by the rising of the moon
By the rising of the moon,
by the rising of the moon
With your pike upon your shoulder,
by the rising of the moon
and while cabin eyes were watchin'
Minyam and the heart was beatin'
for the blessed mornin' light
Murmurs rang along the valley
to the fancy's lonely croon
And a thousand pipes were flashin'
by the risin' of the moon
By the risin' of the moon,
by the risin' of the moon
And a thousand lights were flashin'
by the risin' of the moon
All along that singing river,
the glut mass of men was seen.
High above their shining weapons
flew their own beloved green.
Death to every foe and traitor
Whistle out the marchin' tune
And hurrah me boys for freedom
Tis the risin' of the moon
Tis the risin' of the moon
Tis the risin' of the moon
And hurrah me boys for freedom
Tis the risin' of the moon
Tis the risin' of the moon
Tis the risin' of the moon
And hurrah me boys for freedom
Tis the risin' of the moon
