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The Rising of the Moon
Wallace House
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Oh then tell me Sean O'Farrell
Tell me where you heard it so?
Hush, my buachaille, 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
By the rising of the moon
By the rising of the moon
For the pikes must be together
By the rising of the moon
I bear orders from the captain
Get you ready quick and soon
For the pikes must be together
By the rising of the moon
Oh then tell me Sean O'Farrell
Where the gathering is to be?
In the old spot by the river
Right well known to you and me
One word more for signal token
Whistle up the marching tune
With your pike upon your shoulder
By the rising of the moon
By the rising of the moon
By the rising of the moon
For the pikes must be together
By the rising of the moon
I bear orders from the captain
Get you ready quick and soon
For the pikes must be together
By the rising of the moon
Out from many a mud wall cabin
Eyes were watching through the night
Many a manly heart was throbbing
For the blessed warning light
Murmurs passed along the valley
Like the banshee's lonely croon
And a thousand pikes were flashing
At the rising of the moon
By the rising of the moon
By the rising of the moon
For the pikes must be together
By the rising of the moon
I bear orders from the captain
Get you ready quick and soon
For the pikes must be together
By 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 beloved green
Death to every foe and traitor
Forward strikes the marching tune
And hurrah my boys for freedom
'Tis the rising of the moon
By the rising of the moon
By the rising of the moon
For the pikes must be together
By the rising of the moon
I bear orders from the captain
Get you ready quick and soon
For the pikes must be together
By the rising of the moon
Well they fought for poor old Ireland
And full bitter was their fate
Oh what glorious pride and sorrow
Filled the name of ninety-eight
Yet thank God e'en still are beating
Hearts in manhood's burning noon
Who would follow in their footsteps
At the rising of the moon
By the rising of the moon
By the rising of the moon
For the pikes must be together
By the rising of the moon
I bear orders from the captain
Get you ready quick and soon
For the pikes must be together
By the rising of the moon
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