Oh come tell me Sean O'Farrell tell me why you hurry so
Hush a buachaill 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 by the rising of the moon
By the rising of the moon, by the rising of the moon
Yes the pikes must be together by the rising of the moon
Then come tell me Sean O'Farrell where the gath'rin is to be
In the old spot by the river quite well known to you and me
One more word for signal token whistle out the marchin' tune
Put your pike upon your shoulder by the rising of the moon
By the rising of the moon, by the rising of the moon
Put your pike upon your shoulder by the rising of the moon
Out from many a mud wall cabin eyes were watching through the night
Many a manly heart was beating for the blessed warning light
Murmurs ran along the valleys like 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 the singing river that black mass of men was seen
High above their shining weapons showed our own beloved green
Death to every foe and traitor! Whistle out the marching tune
And hurrah, me boys, for freedom, by the rising of the moon
By the rising of the moon, by the rising of the moon
And hurrah, me boys, for freedom, by the rising of the moon