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Risin' o' the Moon
Traditional
submitted by Lord Marius Connor o' Connaught to inspire all who read this
to defend our fair lands against any and all invaders
Oh then tell me Sean O'Farrell; Tell me why you hurry so
Hush me buichall 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 by the risin' o' the moon
Oh 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 word more for signal token; whistle up a marchin' tune
With your pike upon your shoulder by the risin' o' the moon
From many a mudwall cabin, eyes were watching through the night
Many a manly heart was throbbin' for the comin' warning light
Murmurs ran along the valley like the banshee's lonely croon
And a thousand blades were flashin' by the risin' o' the moon.
There beside the singin' river, that dark mass o' men were seen
And among their shinin' weapons, hung their own beloved green
"Death to every foe and traitor! Forward! Strike a marchin' tune,
Sing, "Hurrah, me boys, for freedom! 'Tis the risin' o' the moon!"
Well they fought for dear old Ireland and full bitter was their fate
What a glorious pride and sorrow fills the name o' ninety-eight
Yet thank God while hearts are beating fast in manhood's burnin' noon
We will follow in their footsteps by the risin' o' the moon
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