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Now come tell me sean och farrel tell me why you hurry so.
Hush a bhuachill 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, the rising of the moon.
The pikes must be together at the rising of the moon.

And come tell me sean och farrel where the gathering is to be.
At the old spot by the river quite wellknown to you and me.
And by way of signal token whistle loud the marching tune.
With your spike acress you shoulder at the rising os the moon.
At the rising of the moon, the rising of the moon.
With your spike acress you shoulder at the rising os the moon.

From many a mudwall cabin eyes were watching through the night.
Many a manly heart was beating for the blessed morning light.
Murmurs wan along the valley like the banshees lonely croon.
And a thousand pikes were flashing at the rising of the moon.
At the rising of the moon, the rising of the moon.
A thousand pikes were flashing at the rising of the moon.

All along the singing river a black mass of men was seen.
And above their shining weapons hung their own beloved green.
Death to every foe and traitor whistle loud the marching tune.
And hurrah! Me boys for freedom ´tis the rising of the moon.
At the rising of the moon, the rising of the moon.
Hurrah! Me boys for freedom ´tis the rising of the moon.