The Rising Of The Moon Lyrics

The Rising Of The Moon lyrics

Tell me, tell me, Sean O´Farrell, tell me why you hurry so?" 

 "Hush mavoughal, hush and listen," and his face was all aglow 

 "I bear orders from the captain, get you ready quick and soon 

 With your pike upon your shoulder for the rising of the moon" 

  

 "Tell me, tell me, Sean O´Farrell, where the gatherin´ is to be?" 

 "Near the old spot by the river, right well known to you and me" 

 "One more thing, the signal token?" "Whistle up the marching tune 

 For our pikes must be together by the rising of the moon" 

  

 Out  from many a mud-walled cabin, eyes were lookin´ through the night 

 Many a manly heart was throbin´ for the blessed morning light 

 A cry arose along the river, like some banshee´s mournful croon 

 And a thousand pikes were flashing by the rising of the moon 

  

 All along the shining river one black mass of men was seen 

 And above them in the night wind floated our immortal green 

 Death to every foe and traitor.  Onward, strike the marching tune 

 And hurrah me boys for freedom, it´s the rising of the moon 

  

 Well they fought for dear old Ireland, and full bitter was their fate, 

 Oh what glorious pride and sorrow fills the name of ninety-eight. 

 But thank God e´en now are beating hearts in mankind´s burning noon, 

 Who will follow in their footsteps, at the rising of the moon