And 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 at the rising of the moon At the rising of the moon, at the rising of the moon For 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 valley to the banshees 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 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 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 Irish trad.