The Rising Of The Moon Songtext
von The Patricks

Come and tell me Sean O′Farrell, tell me why you hurry so
Hush a bhuachaill, 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
Come and tell me Sean O'Farrell, where the gathering is to be
At the old spot by 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 from many a mud walled cabin eyes were watching through the night
Many a manly heart was beating for the blessed morning′s light
Murmurs ran along the valley to the banshee's 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

There's beside that singing river, that black mass of men was seen
Far above their shining weapons flew their own beloved green
Death to every foe and traitor, whistle out the marching tune
And hurray me boys for freedom that′s 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
By the rising of the moon, by the rising of the moon
With your pike upon your shoulder 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
By the rising of the moon, by the rising of the moon
For the pikes must be together by the rising of the moon
At the rising of the moon, at the rising of the moon
And hoorah me boys for freedom that′s the rising of the moon