Rising of the Moon Songtext
von Declan Hunt

Oh then tell me Sean O′Farrell tell me why you hurry so
Hush me buachaill 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

Oh them 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 at the rising of the moon


Out from many a mud wall cabin eyes were watching through the night
Many a manly heart was throbbing for the blessed morning light
Murmurs ran along the valleys like the banshee′s lonely croon
And a thousand blades were flashing by the rising of the moon

There beside the singing river that dark mass of men were seen
High above their shining weapons flew 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

Well they fought for poor old Ireland and full bitter was their fate
Oh what glorious pride and sorrow fills the name of ninety eight
Yet thank God even 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 at the rising of the moon