Oh, they fought for dear old Ireland
And full of bitter was their fate
Oh, what glorious pride and sorrow
Fills the names of ninety -eight
Yet thank God, while hearts are beating
Here in manhood's lonely gloom
We will follow in their footsteps
Oh, then tell me, Shannon Farrow,
Hush, Mabuco, hush and listen,
and his eyes were all aglow
I bear orders from the captain,
get ye ready quick and soon
For the pikes must be together
at the rising of the moon
At the rising of the moon,
at the rising of the moon
Your pikes must be together
at the rising of the moon
Out of many a mud wall cab in
eyes were watching through the night
Many a manly heart was sobbing
for the coming morning light
Murmurs passed along the val ley
like the banshees lowly pruned
And a thousand blades were flashing
at the rising of the moon
At the rising of the moon,
at the rising of the moon
A thousand rays were flashing
at the rising of the moon
There beside that singing river
that dark mass of men were seen
And above their shining weapons
hung their own beloved green
That to every foreign trader
forward strike a marching tune
Her army buys for freedom,
tis the raisin of the moon
Tis the raisin of the moon,
tis the raisin of the moon
Her army buys for freedom,
tis the raisin of the moon
Tis the raisin of the moon,
tis the raisin of the moon
Her army vies for freedom,
tis the raising of the moon
