Songtexte: Peter, Paul & Mary. The Rising of The Moon.

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