Peter, Paul & Mary - The Rising Of The Moon Lyrics
Ah then tell me sean ofarrellTell me why you hurry, so.Hush my boy now hush and listenAnd his eyes were all aglow.I bear orders from the captainGet ye ready quick and soonFor the pikes must be togetherAt the rising of the moon.Ah then tell me sean ofarrellWhere the gatherin is to beIn the old spot by the riverRight well known by you and me.One word more, a signal tokenWhistle of the marchin tuneWith your pike upon your shoulderAt the rising of the moon.There beside the singing riverThat dark mass of men were seenFar above their shining weaponsHung their own immortal green.Death to every foe and traitorForward strike the marchin tuneAnd hurrah my boys, for freedom!Tis the rising of the moon.How well they fought for poor old irelandAnd full bitter, was their fateOh what glorious pride and sorrowFills the name of ninety-eight.Yet thank God while hearts are beatingEach man bears a burning woundWe will follow in their footstepsAt the rising of the moon.