By the rising of the moon,
by the rising of the moon
For the pikes must be together
by 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 throbbin'
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
And a thousand pikes were flashing
by the rising of the moon

All along the shining 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

Well they fought for dear old Ireland
and full bitter was their fate
What a glorious pride and sorrow
fills the name of ninety-eight
Yet thank God while hearts are beating
fast in manhood's burning noon
We will follow in their footsteps
by the rising of the moon

By the rising of the moon
by the rising of the moon
We will follow in their footsteps
by the rising of the moon