Peter, Paul & Mary The Rising of the Moon Lyrics

Hush me boy, now 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 by the rising of the moon

Come now tell me Sean O'Farrell where the gath'rin is to be
At the old spot by the river right well known to you and me
One more word for signal token whistle out the marchin' tune
With your pike upon your shoulder by the rising of the moon

There beside the singing river that dark mass of men was seen
For above their shining weapons hung their own immortal green
Death to every foe and traitor! Forward strike the marching tune
And hurrah, my boys, for freedom, 'tis the rising of the moon

How well they fought for poor old Ireland
And for bitter was their fate
Oh what glorious pride and sorrow fills the name of ’98
Yes thank god while hearts are beating, each man bears a burning wound
We will follow in their footsteps at the rising of the moon

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