Oh come tell me Sean O'Farrell, tell me why you hurry so.
Husha buachaill 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 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.
Then come tell me Sean O'Farrell where the gathering is to be.
In that old spot by the river, quite well known to you and me.
One more word for signal token, whistle up 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's the mudwall cabin,
Eyes were watching through the night.
Many's a manly heart was throbbing for the blessed warning light.
Murmurs rang around the valleys like 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 the singing river, that dark mass of men were seen.
Far above the shining weapons hung their own beloved green.
Death to every foe and traitor forward strike 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.
'Tis the rising of the moon, 'tis the rising of the moon.
And hurrah, me boys for freedom, 'tis the rising of the moon.