The Rising Of The Moon


And come tell me Sean O'Farrell,
Tell me why you hurry so
Hush me Buchall, 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

By the rising of the moon,
By the rising of the moon
For the pikes must be together
By the rising of the moon

And come tell me Sean O'Farrell,
Where the gathering is to be
At the old spot on the river
Right well known to you and me
One more word for signal token,
Whistle out 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 of many a mud walled cabin
Eyes were watching though the night
Many a manly heart was throbbing
For the coming morning light
Murmurs ran along the valley
Like the banshees lonely croon
And a thousand pikes were flashing
By the rising of the moon

By the rising of the moon,
By the rising of the moon
And a thousand pikes were flashing
By the rising of the moon

All along that singing river,
That dark mass of men was seen
Far above their 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 moon,
'Tis the rising of the moon
And hurrah me boys for freedom
'Tis the rising of the moon

Midi sequenced by Terry Stephens
Used with permission

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