And come tell me Sean O'Farrell,
Hush a bhuachaill, 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
And come tell me Sean O'Farrell,
where the gathering 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 marching tune
With your pike upon your shoulder
at the rising of the moon
Out from many a mud walled cabin
eyes were watching through the night
Many a manly heart was beating
for the blessed morning's light
Murmurs ran along the valley
to the banshee's lonely croon
And a thousand pikes were flashing
by 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 hoorah me boys for freedom
'tis the rising of the moon
