Ah then tell me sean o'farrell

Tell me why you hurry, so.

Hush my boy now hush and listen

And his eyes were all aglow.



I bear orders from the captain

Get ye ready quick and soon

For the pikes must be together

At the rising of the moon.



Ah then tell me sean o'farrell

Where the gatherin' is to be

In the old spot by the river

Right well known by you and me.



One word more, a signal token

Whistle of the marchin' tune

With your pike upon your shoulder

At the rising of the moon.



There beside the singing river

That dark mass of men were seen

Far above their shining weapons

Hung their own immortal green.



Death to every foe and traitor

Forward strike the marchin' tune

And hurrah my boys, for freedom!

Tis the rising of the moon.



How well they fought for poor old ireland

And full bitter, was their fate

Oh what glorious pride and sorrow

Fills the name of ninety-eight.



Yet thank god while hearts are beating

Each man bears a burning wound

We will follow in their footsteps

At the rising of the moon.


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