And come tell me Sean O'Farrell tell me why you hurry so
Husha buachaill
hush and listen and his cheeks were all a glow
I bear orders from the captain get you 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
For the pikes must
be together at the rising of the moon.
And come tell me Sean O'Farrell where the gathering is 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 at the rising of the moon.
At the rising of the moon, at the rising of the moon
With your pike
upon your shoulder at the rising of the moon.
Out from many a mud wall cabin eyes were watching through the night
Many
a manly heart was beating for the blessed warning light
Murmurs rang along the valley to the banshees 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.
All along that singing river that black mass of men was seen
High
above their shining weapons flew their own beloved green
Death to every foe and traitor! Whistle out the marching tune
And
hurrah, me boys, for freedom, 'tis the rising of the moon.
'tis the rising of the moon, 'tis the rising of the moon
And
hurrah, me boys, for freedom, 'tis the rising of the moon.