Lyrics Rising of the Moon - The Davitts

Rising of the Moon

Oh then tell me Sean O’Farrell, tell me why you hurry so
Hush a bhuchual, 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 at the rising of the moon
At the rising of the moon
At the rising of the moon
For the pikes must be together at the rising of the moon
Oh then tell me Sean O’Farrell, where the gathering is to b
In that old spot by the river quite wll known to you and me
One more word for signal token, whistle up 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’s a mudwall cabin eyes were watching through the night
Many’s a manly heart was throbbing for the blessed warning light
Murmurs passed along the valleys like the banshee’s lonely croon
And 1, 000 blades were flashing at the rising of the moon
At the rising of the moon
At the rising of the moon
And 1, 000 blades were flashing at the rising of the moon
There beside the singing river that dark mass of men were seen
Far above the shining weapons hung their own beloved green
Death to every foe and traitor forward strike the marching tune
And hurrah me boys for freedom, 'tis the rising of the moon
'Tis the rising of the mooon
'Tis the rising of the mooon
And hurrah me boys for freedom, 'tis the rising of the moon
Well they fought for poor old Ireland and full bitter was their fate
Oh what glorious pride and sorrow fills the name of '98
Yet thank God they’re still are beating hearts in manhood’s burning noon
Who would follow in their footsteps at the rising of the moon
At the rising of the moon
At the rising of the moon
Who would follow in their footsteps by the rising of the moon
By the rising of the moon
By the rising of the moon
And hurrah me boys for freedom, 'tis the rising of the moon…