Oh then tell me, Sean O'Farrell, tell me why you hurry so?
Hush me bouachaill, 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 the pikes must be together at the rising of the moon

Oh, then tell me, Sean O'Farrell, where the gathеring is to be?
At the old spot by the rivеr, right well known to you and me
One word more for signal token; whistle up a 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 of many a mud-walled cabin eyes were watching through that night
Many a manly heart was throbbing for the coming warning light
Murmurs ran along the valley like the banshee's lonely croon
And a thousand pikes were flashing at the rising of the moon

At the rising of the moon, at the rising of the moon
And a thousand pikes were flashing at the rising of the moon

All along that singing river, that dark mass of men was seen
Far above their shining weapons hung their own beloved Green
"Death to every foe and traitor! Forward -- strike the marching tune
"And hurrah! me boys, for freedom! T'is the rising of the moon!"
T'is the rising of the moon, t'is the rising of the moon
And hurrah! me boys, for freedom! T'is the rising of the moon!

Oh, they fought for poor old Ireland and full bitter was their fate
What a glorious pride and sorrow fills the name of Ninety-Eight!
Yet thank God! There still are beating hearts in manhood's burning noon
Who would follow in their footsteps at the rising of the moon!

At the rising of the moon, at the rising of the moon
Who would follow in their footsteps at the rising of the moon!