Rising of the Moon

Traditional

Audio

This example of "Rising of the Moon" is performed by Wild Mountain Thyme on their CD There Can Be Only One (out of print).
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Oh then tell me Sean O'Farrell; Tell me why you hurry so
Hush me buichall 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 risin' of the moon

Oh 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 for signal token; whistle up a marching tune
With your pike upon your shoulder by the risin' of the moon

From many a mudwall cabin, eyes were watching through the night
Many a manly heart was throbbing for the coming warning light
Murmurs ran along the valley like the banshee's lonely croon
And a thousand blades were flashing by the rising of the moon.

There beside the singing river, that dark mass of men were seen
And among their shining weapons, hung their own beloved green
"Death to every foe and traitor! Forward! Strike a marching tune,
Sing, "Hurrah, me boys, for freedom! 'Tis the risin' of the moon!"

Well they fought for dear old Ireland and full bitter was their fate
What a glorious pride and sorrow fills the name of ninety-eight
Yet thank God while hearts are beating fast in manhood's burning noon
We will follow in their footsteps by the rising of the moon