Judy Collins - The Rising Of The Moon lyrics

Ah then tell me Sean O'Farrell Tell me why you're hurrying so Hush my boy oh hush and listen And his eyes 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 Ah 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 thing more for signal token Whistle up the marchin' tune With your sword upon your shoulder At the rising of the moon Rumors pa**ed along the valley Like a banshee's lonely croon And a thousand blades were flashin' At the rising of the moon All along the singing river That dark ma** of men were seen Far above their shining weapons Hung their own immortal green d**h to every foe and traitor Foreign strike the marchin' tune And hurrah me boys for Ireland Tis the rising of the moon Well, they fought for poor old Ireland And full bitter was their fate Oh what glorious pride and sorrow Fill the name of ninety-eight Yet thank God while hearts are beating Foreign manhood's burnin' noon, We shall follow in their footsteps At the rising of the moon. d**h to every foe and traitor Foreign, strike the marchin' tune And hurrah me boys for freedom Tis the rising, Tis the rising of the moon