Ah then tell me sean o'farrell   Tell me why you hurry, so.   Hush my boy now hush and listen   And his eyes were all aglow.      I bear orders from the captain   Get ye ready quick and soon   For the pikes must be together   At the rising of the moon.      Ah then tell me sean o'farrell   Where the gatherin' is to be   In the old spot by the river   Right well known by you and me.      One word more, a signal token   Whistle of 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 marchin' tune   And hurrah my boys, for freedom!   Tis the rising of the moon.      How well they fought for poor old ireland   And full bitter, was their fate   Oh what glorious pride and sorrow   Fills the name of ninety-eight.      Yet thank God while hearts are beating   Each man bears a burning wound   We will follow in their footsteps   At the rising of the moon.