Now 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 have 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
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
And by way of signal token
Whistle loud the marching tune
With your pike across your shoulder
At the rising of the moon
At the rising of the moon
The rising of the moon
With your pike across your shoulder
At the rising of the moon
Out from many a mud wall cabin
Eyes were watching through the night
Many a manly heart was beating
For the blessed morning light
Murmurs ran along the valley
Like the banshee’s lonely croon
And a thousand pikes were flashing
At the rising of the moon
The rising of the moon
The rising of the moon
And a thousand pikes were flashing
At the rising of the moon
All along that singing river
A black mass of men was seen
And above their shining weapons
Hung their own beloved green
Death to every foe and traitor
Whistle loud the marching tune
And hurrah, me boys for freedom
’tis the rising of the moon
The rising of the moon
The rising of the moon
And hurrah, me boys for freedom
’tis the rising of the moon
The rising of the moon
The rising of the moon
And hurrah, me boys for freedom
’tis the rising of the moon