The Rising of the moon - The Dubliners

"Oh, come tell me Sean O'Farrell, tell me why you hurry so?"

"Hush 'a bouchal, 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 by 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 well-known to you and me.

One more word for signal token, whistle out the marchin' tune.

With your pike upon your shoulder by 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 rang along the valleys to the banshee's lonely croon.

And a thousand pikes were flashing by the rising of the moon.

All along that singing river, that black mass of men were seen.

High above their shining weapons flew their own beloved green.

"Death to every foe and traitor! Whistle out the marching tune.

And 'Hurrah', my boy for freedom at the rising of the moon."

At the rising of the moon, at the rising of the moon.

And "Hurrah!" my boy for freedom at the rising of the moon.