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Rising Of The Moon - Dermot O'Brien
Oh 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
For the pikes must be together
At the rising of the moon
Oh come tell me Sean O'Farrell
Where the gatherin' is to be
At the old spot by the river
Quite but known to you and me
One more word for signal token
Whistle loud 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 wall cabin
Eyes were watching through that night
Many a manly heart was throbbing
For the blessed morning light
Murmurs past along the valley
Like the banshee's lonely croon
And a thousand pikes were flashing
At the rising of the moon
At the rising of the moon
At the rising of the moon
And a thousand pikes were flashing
At the rising of the moon
Well they fought for poor old Ireland
And for bitter was their fate
Oh what glorious pride and sorrow fills the name of ninety eight
Yes thank god instill our beating hearts in manhoods burning loom
Who would follow in their footsteps at the rising of the moon
At the rising of the moon
At the rising of the moon
Who would follow in their footsteps at the rising of the moon
