And come 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 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 walled cabin eyes were watching through the night

Many a manly heart was beating for the blessed morning's light

Murmurs ran 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 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 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