The Rising Of The Moon Lyrics - Peter, Paul & Mary

Ahh, then tell me Sean O'Farrell, tell me why you hurry so 

Hush me buachaill, hush and listen and his eyes were all a glow 

I bear orders from the captain, get you ready quick and soon 

For the pikes must be together at the rising of the moon 

Ahh, then tell me Sean O'Farrell where the gatherin' is to be 

In the old spot by the river, right well known to you and me 

One more word, a signal token, whistle out the marchin' tune 

With your pike upon your shoulder at 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 immortal green 

Death to every foe and traitor, forward strike the marching tune 

And hurrah, me boys, for freedom, 'tis the rising of the moon 

How well they fought for poor old Ireland and for bitter was their fate 

Oh, what glorious pride and sorrow fills the name of 98 

Yet thank God while hearts are beating, each man bears a burning loom 

We would follow in their footsteps at the rising of the moon