| Lyrics: | Tell me, tell me, Sean O´Farrell, tell me why you hurry so?"
"Hush mavoughal, hush and
listen," and his face was all aglow
"I bear orders from the captain, get you ready quick and
soon
With your pike upon your shoulder for the rising of the moon"
"Tell me,
tell me, Sean O´Farrell, where the gatherin´ is to be?"
"Near the old spot by the
river, right well known to you and me"
"One more thing, the signal token?" "Whistle up the
marching tune
For our pikes must be together by the rising of the moon"
Out
from many a mud-walled cabin, eyes were lookin´ through the night
Many a manly heart was
throbin´ for the blessed morning light
A cry arose along the river, like some banshee´s
mournful croon
And a thousand pikes were flashing by the rising of the moon
All along the shining river one black mass of men was seen
And above them in the night wind
floated our immortal green
Death to every foe and traitor. Onward, strike the marching tune
And hurrah me boys for freedom, it´s the rising of the moon
Well they
fought for dear old Ireland, and full bitter was their fate,
Oh what glorious pride and
sorrow fills the name of ninety-eight.
But thank God e´en now are beating hearts in
mankind´s burning noon,
Who will follow in their footsteps, at the rising of the moon |
