The Rising of the Moon
The Dubliners Nr.:
And then tell me Sean O'Farrell, tell me why you hurry soHush a bhuachaill, hush and listen and his cheeks were all aglow I bear orders from the captain, get you ready quick and soonFor the pikes must be together at the rising of the moon At the rising of the moon, at the rising of the moonFor the pikes must be together at the rising of the moon Out from many a mud walled cabin eyes were watching through the nightMany a manly heart was beating for the blessed morning's light Murmurs passed along the valley to the banshee's lonely croonAnd a thousand pikes were flashing by the rising of the moon By the rising of the moon, by the rising of the moonAnd a thousand pikes were flashing by the rising of the moon All along that singing river, that black mass of men was seenHigh above their shining weapons flew their own beloved green Death to every foe and traitor, whistle out the marching tuneAnd hoorah me boys for freedom 'tis the rising of the moon 'Tis the rising of the moon, 'tis the rising of the moonAnd hoorah me boys for freedom 'tis the rising of the moon
