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And come, tell me Sean O'Farrell, tell me why you hurry so?
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Hush a bhuachaill, hush and listen, and his cheeks were all aglow
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I bear orders from the captain: get you ready quick and soon
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For the pikes must be together by the rising of the moon

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By the rising of the moon, by the rising of the moon
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For the pikes must be together at the rising of the moon

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And come tell me Sean O'Farrell, where the gath'rin is to be?
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In the old spot by the river, quite well known to you and me
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One more word for signal token: whistle out the marchin' tune
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With your pike upon your shoulder, at the rising of the moon

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At the rising of the moon, at the rising of the moon
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With your pike upon your shoulder, at the rising of the moon

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Out from many a mud wall cabin eyes were watching through the night
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Many a manly heart was beatin, for the blessed morning light
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Murmurs ran along the valleys to the banshee's lonely croon
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And a thousand pikes were flashing by the rising of the moon

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By the rising of the moon, by the rising of the moon
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And a thousand pikes were flashing by the rising of the moon 

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All along that singing river that black mass of men was seen
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High above their shining weapons, flew their own beloved green
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Death to every foe and traitor! Whistle out the marching tune
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And hurrah my boys for freedom; tis the rising of the moon

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Tis the rising of the moon, tis the rising of the moon
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And hurrah my boys for freedom; tis the rising of the moon

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Well they fought for poor old Ireland, and full bitter was their fate
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Oh what glorious pride and sorrow, fills the name of ninety-eight!
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Yet, thank God, e'en still are beating hearts in manhood burning noon
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Who would follow in their footsteps, at the risin' of the moon

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By the rising of the moon, by the rising of the moon
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Who would follow in their footsteps, at the risin' of the moon

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