Lyrics
"O then tell me Sean O'Farrell, tell me why you hurry so"
"Hush mbuachaill,hush and listen"
And his cheeks were all aglow
"I bear orders from the captain"
"Get you ready quick and soon"
"For the pikes must be together by 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
"O then tell me Sean O'Farrell where the gath'rin is to be"
"In the old spot by the river quite well known to you and me"
"One more word for signal token: whistle out the marchin' 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
Out of many a mud wall cabin nice
Were watching through the night
Many a manly heart was beating for the coming morning light
Murmurs ran along the valleys laft the banshee's lonely croon
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
There beside singing river that dark mass of men was seen
For their backed shining weapons flew their own beloved green
Death to every foe and traitor for what's great marching tune
And hurrah me boys, for freedom, 'tis the rising of the moon
~
"Hush mbuachaill,hush and listen"
And his cheeks were all aglow
"I bear orders from the captain"
"Get you ready quick and soon"
"For the pikes must be together by 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
"O then tell me Sean O'Farrell where the gath'rin is to be"
"In the old spot by the river quite well known to you and me"
"One more word for signal token: whistle out the marchin' 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
Out of many a mud wall cabin nice
Were watching through the night
Many a manly heart was beating for the coming morning light
Murmurs ran along the valleys laft the banshee's lonely croon
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
There beside singing river that dark mass of men was seen
For their backed shining weapons flew their own beloved green
Death to every foe and traitor for what's great marching tune
And hurrah me boys, for freedom, 'tis the rising of the moon
~
