| Oh, then tell me Sean O’Farrell | 
| Tell me why you hurry so | 
| Hush me Buchall hush and listen | 
| And his cheeks were all a-glow | 
| I bear orders from the captain | 
| Get you ready quick and soon | 
| For the pikes must be together | 
| 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 | 
| Oh, then tell me Sean O’Farrell | 
| Where the gathering is to be | 
| In the old spot by the river | 
| Right well 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 of many a mud wall cabin | 
| Eyes were watching thru' the night | 
| Many a manly heart was throbbing | 
| For the coming morning light | 
| Murmers ran along the valley | 
| Like 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 beside the singing river | 
| That dark mass of men were seen | 
| Far above their 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 Moon | 
| Tis the Rising of the Moon | 
| And hurrah me boys for freedom | 
| Tis the Rising of the Moon |