The Dubliners - The Rising of the Moon lyrics
[The Dubliners - The Rising of the Moon lyrics]
"And come tell me Sean O'Farrell
Tell me why you hurry so"
"Hush, mbuachaill, 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 wall cabin
Eyes were watching through the night
Many a manly heart was beating
For the blessed warning light
Murmurs rang along the valleys 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 hurrah, me boys, for freedom
'tis the rising of the moon
'Tis the rising of the moon
'tis the rising of the moon
And hurrah, me boys, for freedom
'tis the rising of the moon
Tell me why you hurry so"
"Hush, mbuachaill, 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 wall cabin
Eyes were watching through the night
Many a manly heart was beating
For the blessed warning light
Murmurs rang along the valleys 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 hurrah, me boys, for freedom
'tis the rising of the moon
'Tis the rising of the moon
'tis the rising of the moon
And hurrah, me boys, for freedom
'tis the rising of the moon