The Rising Of The Moon

At the rising of the Moon at the rising of the moon
 With your Pike upon your shoulder at the rising of the moon
 And come tell me Sean O'Farrell tell me why you hurry so
 Husha buachaill hush and listen and his cheeks were all a glow
 I bare orders from the captain get you ready quick and soon
 For the pikes must be together by 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
 And come tell me Sean O'Farrell where the gath'rin is to be
 At the old spot by the river quite well known to you and me
 One more word for signal token whistle out the marchin' tune
 With your pike upon your shoulder by 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
 Out from many a mud wall cabin eyes were watching through the night
 Many a manly heart was beating for the blessed warning light
 Murmurs rang along the valleys to the banshees lonely croon
 And a thousand pikes were flashing by 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
 All along that singing river that black mass of men was seen
 High above their shining weapons flew their own beloved green
 Death to every foe and traitor! Whistle out 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