Oh then tell me, Sean O'Farrell
Tell me why you hurry so
Hush a-bhuachaill, 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
Now then tell me Sean O'Farrell
Where the gatherin' 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
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 mudwall cabin
Eyes were watching through the night
Many a-manly heart was beating
For the blessed morning light
Murmurs rang along the valley
To 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
All along that singin' river
That black mass of men was seen
High above their shining weapons
Through their own beloved green
Death to every foe and traitor
Whistle out the marching tune
And hoorah me boys for freedom
'Tis the rising of the moon
'Tis the rising of the moon
'Tis the rising of the moon
And hoorah me boys for freedom
'Tis the rising of the moon
Oh they fought for dear old Ireland
And full bitter was their fate
Oh what glorious pride and sorrow
Fills the names of '98
Oh dear god e'en still beatin'
Hearts in manhood's burning noon
Who would follow in their footsteps
By the rising of the moon
By the rising of the moon
By the rising of the moon
Who would follow in their footsteps
By the rising of the moon
By the rising of the moon
By the rising of the moon
Who would follow in their footsteps
By the rising of the moon