Peter, Paul & Mary - The Rising Of The Moon lyrics

Ah then tell me sean o'farrell Tell me why you hurry, so. Hush my boy now hush and listen And his eyes were all aglow. I bear orders from the captain Get ye 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 by you and me. One word more, a signal token Whistle of the marchin' tune With your pike upon your shoulder At the rising of the moon. There beside 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 Forward strike the marchin' tune And hurrah my boys, for freedom! Tis the rising of the moon. How well they fought for poor old ireland And full bitter, was their fate Oh what glorious pride and sorrow Fills the name of ninety-eight. Yet thank god while hearts are beating Each man bears a burning wound We will follow in their footsteps At the rising of the moon.