The Rising of the Moon

Ah, then tell me Sean O'Farrell
 Tell me why you hurry, so
 Hush my boy now, hush and listen
 And his eyes were all a-glow
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 I bear orders from the captain
 Get ye ready, quick and soon
 For the pikes must be together
 At the rising of the moon
 Ah, then tell me Sean O'Farrell
 Where the gatherin' is to be
 In the old spot by the river
 Right well known to you and me
 One word more, a signal token
 Whistle of the marchin' tune
 With your pike upon your shoulder
 At the rising of the moon
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 And there, beside the singing river
 That dark mass of men were seen
 Far above their shining weapons
 On their own immortal ring
 Death to every fallen traitor
 Forward strike the marchin' tune
 And hurrah, my boys, for freedom
 It is the rising of the moon
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 How well they fought for poor old Ireland
 And full bitter was their fate
 Oh, what glorious pride and sorrow
 Fills the name of 98
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 Yet, thank God while hearts are beating
 Each man bears a burning wound
 We will follow in their footsteps
 At the rising of the moon