Ah, then tell me, Sean O'Farrell, tell me why you're hurryin' so
"Hush, my boy, oh, hush and listen", and his eyes were all aglow
"I bear orders from the captain
Get you ready quick and soon
For the pikes must be together
At the risin' of the moon"
"Ah, 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 thing more, for signal token
Whistle up the marchin' tune
With your sword upon your shoulder
At the risin' of the moon"
Rumors passed along the valley like a banshee's lonely croon
And a thousand blades were flashin' at the risin' of the moon
All along the singin' river that dark mass of men were seen
Far above their shining weapons hung their own immortal green
"Death to every foe and traitor
Foreign strike the marchin' tune
And hurrah, me boys, for Ireland
'Tis the risin' of the moon"
Well, they fought for poor, old Ireland and full bitter was their fate
Oh, what glorious pride and sorrow fill the name of ninety eight
Yet, thank God while hearts are beating
Foreign manhood's burnin' noon
We shall follow in their footsteps at the risin' of the moon
"Death to every foe and traitor
Foreign strike the marchin' tune
And hurrah, me boys, for freedom
'Tis the risin'-
'Tis the risin' of the moon"
