Rising of the moon, song

Cornelius McEleney, singing in English
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Oh then tell me, Sean O'Farrell, tell me why you hurry so
Hush mo bouchail, hush and listen and his cheeks were all a-glow
I bear orders from the captain, get you ready quick and soon
For the pikes must be together at the rising of the moon

Oh then tell me, Sean O'Farrell, where the gathering is to be
In the ould spot by the river, right well known to you and me
One more word — for signal token whistle up the marching tune
With your pikes upon your shoulder at the rising of the moon
At the rising of the moon, at the rising of the moon
All the pikes must be together at the rising of the moon

Out from many a mudwall cabin eyes were watching through that night
Many a manly heart was throbbing for the blessed warning light.
Murmurs passed along the valley like the banshee's lonely croon
And a thousand blades were flashing at the rising of the moon
At the rising of the moon, at the rising of the moon
All the pikes must be together at the rising of the moon

There beside the singing river that dark mass of men was seen,
Far above the shining weapons hung their own beloved green
Death to every foe and traitor! Forward! Strike the marching tune
And hurrah, my boys, for freedom! 'Tis the rising of the moon
'Tis the rising of the moon, 'Tis the rising of the moon,
All the pikes must be together at the rising of the moon"

Well they fought for poor old Ireland, and bitter was their fate
Oh what glorious pride and sorrow fills the names of Ninety-Eight
Yet, thank God, our still are beating hearts in manhood's burning noon,
Who would follow in their footsteps, at the rising of the moon!
At the rising of the moon, at the rising of the moon,
All the pikes must be together at the rising of the moon