Rising of the Moon - The Davitts

Oh then tell me Sean O’Farrell, tell me why you hurry so

Hush a bhuchual, 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

Oh then tell me Sean O’Farrell, where the gathering is to b

In that old spot by the river quite wll known to you and me

One more word for signal token, whistle up the marching tune

With your pike upon your shoulder by the rising of the moon

By the rising of the moon

By the rising of the moon

With your pike upon your shoulder by the rising of the moon

Out from many’s a mudwall cabin eyes were watching through the night

Many’s a manly heart was throbbing for the blessed warning light

Murmurs passed along the valleys like the banshee’s lonely croon

And 1, 000 blades were flashing at the rising of the moon

At the rising of the moon

At the rising of the moon

And 1, 000 blades were flashing at the rising of the moon

There beside the singing river that dark mass of men were seen

Far above the shining weapons hung their own beloved green

Death to every foe and traitor forward strike the marching tune

And hurrah me boys for freedom, 'tis the rising of the moon

'Tis the rising of the mooon

'Tis the rising of the mooon

And hurrah me boys for freedom, 'tis the rising of the moon

Well they fought for poor old Ireland and full bitter was their fate

Oh what glorious pride and sorrow fills the name of '98

Yet thank God they’re 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

Who would follow in their footsteps by the rising of the moon

By the rising of the moon

By the rising of the moon

And hurrah me boys for freedom, 'tis the rising of the moon…