"Tell me, tell me, Sean OґFarrell, tell me why you hurry so?" "Hush mavoughal, hush and listen," and his cheeks was all aglow "I bear orders from the captain, get you ready quick and soon With your pike upon your shoulder for the rising of the moon"
"Tell me, tell me, Sean OґFarrell, where the gatherinґ is to be?" "In the old spot by the river, right well known to you and me" "One more thing, the signal token?" "Whistle up the marching tune For our pikes must be together by the rising of the moon"
Out from many a mud-walled cabin, eyes were lookinґ through the night Many a manly heart was throbinґ for the blessed morning light A cry arose along the river, like some bansheeґs mournful croon And a thousand pikes were flashing by the rising of the moon
All along the shining river one black mass of men was seen And above them in the night wind floated our immortal green Death to every foe and traitor. Onward, strike the marching tune And hurrah me boys for freedom, itґs the rising of the moon
Well they fought for dear old Ireland, and full bitter was their fate, Oh what glorious pride and sorrow fills the name of ninety-eight. But thank God eґen now are beating hearts in mankindґs burning noon, Who will follow in their footsteps, at the rising of the moon.