Rising of the Moon

Oh, then tell me, Sean O'Farrell,
Tell me why you hurry so.
"Hush, ma bouchal, 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"
Out from many'a mudwall cabin
Eyes were watching through the night
Many'a manly breast was throbbing
For the blessed warning light
Murmurs passed along the valley
Like the banshee's lonely croon
And a thousand blades were flashing
At the rising of the moon
Well they fought for poor old Ireland
And full bitter was their fate
Oh what glorious pride and sorrow
Fill the name of ninety-eight.
Yet, thank God, e'en still are beating
Hearts in manhood's burning noon,
Who would follow in their footsteps
At the rising of the moon