Oh then tell me Sean O’Farrell, tell me why you hurry so
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Hush a bhuchual, hush and listen and his cheeks were all aglow
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I bear orders from the captain get you ready quick and soon
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For the pikes must be together at the rising of the moon
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At the rising of the moon
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At the rising of the moon
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For the pikes must be together at the rising of the moon
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Oh then tell me Sean O’Farrell, where the gathering is to b
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In that old spot by the river quite wll known to you and me
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One more word for signal token, whistle up the marching tune
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With your pike upon your shoulder by the rising of the moon
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By the rising of the moon
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By the rising of the moon
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With your pike upon your shoulder by the rising of the moon
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Out from many’s a mudwall cabin eyes were watching through the night
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Many’s a manly heart was throbbing for the blessed warning light
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Murmurs passed along the valleys like the banshee’s lonely croon
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And 1, 000 blades were flashing at the rising of the moon
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At the rising of the moon
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At the rising of the moon
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And 1, 000 blades were flashing at the rising of the moon
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There beside the singing river that dark mass of men were seen
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Far above the shining weapons hung their own beloved green
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Death to every foe and traitor forward strike the marching tune
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And hurrah me boys for freedom, 'tis the rising of the moon
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'Tis the rising of the mooon
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'Tis the rising of the mooon
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And hurrah me boys for freedom, 'tis the rising of the moon
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Well they fought for poor old Ireland and full bitter was their fate
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Oh what glorious pride and sorrow fills the name of '98
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Yet thank God they’re still are beating hearts in manhood’s burning noon
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Who would follow in their footsteps at the rising of the moon
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At the rising of the moon
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At the rising of the moon
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Who would follow in their footsteps by the rising of the moon
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By the rising of the moon
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By the rising of the moon
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And hurrah me boys for freedom, 'tis the rising of the moon… |