And come tell me Sean O'Farrell, tell me why you hurry so   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   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 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   At the rising of the moon, at the rising of the moon   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   By the rising of the moon, by the rising of the moon   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   'Tis the rising of the moon, 'tis the rising of the moon   And hoorah me boys for freedom 'tis the rising of the moon