Oh, then tell me Sean O’Farrell
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Tell me why you hurry so
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Hush me Buchall hush and listen
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And his cheeks were all a-glow
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I bear orders from the captain
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Get you ready quick and soon
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For the pikes must be together
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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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For the pikes must be together
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By the Rising of the Moon
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Oh, then tell me Sean O’Farrell
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Where the gathering is to be
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In the old spot by the river
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Right well known to you and me
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One more word for signal token
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Whistle up the marching tune
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With your pike upon your shoulder
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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
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By the Rising of the Moon
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Out of many a mud wall cabin
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Eyes were watching thru' the night
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Many a manly heart was throbbing
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For the coming morning light
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Murmers ran along the valley
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Like the banshee’s lonely croon
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And a thousand pikes were flashing
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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 a thousand pikes were flashing
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By the Rising of the Moon
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There beside the singing river
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That dark mass of men were seen
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Far above their shining weapons hung
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Their own beloved green
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Death to every foe and traitor
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Forward strike the marching tune
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And hurrah me boys for freedom
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Tis the Rising of the Moon
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Tis the Rising of the Moon
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Tis the Rising of the Moon
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And hurrah me boys for freedom
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Tis the Rising of the Moon |