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"Tell me, tell me, Sean O'Farrell, tell me why you hurry so?"
"Hush a bhuachaill, hush and listen," and his face was all aglow
"I bear orders from the captain, get you ready quick and soon
With your pike upon your shoulder for the rising of the moon".
"Oh then, tell me, Sean O'Farrell, where the gathering is to be?"
"Near the old spot by the river, right well known to you and me"
"One more thing, the signal token whistle up the marching tune
With your pike upon your shoulder at the rising of the moon".
Out from many a mud-walled cabin, eyes were watching through the night
Many a manly heart was throbing for the blessed morning light
Murmurs ran along the valley, like some banshee's mournful croon
And a thousand pikes were flashing by the rising of the moon.
All along the shining river one dark mass of men was seen
Far above the shining weapons hung their own immortal green
"Death to every foe and traitor. Onward, strike the marching tune
And hurrah me boys for freedom, it's the rising of the moon".
Well they fought for dear old Ireland, and full bitter was their fate,
Oh what glorious pride and sorrow fills the name of ninety-eight.
But thank God e'en now are beating hearts in mankind's burning noon,
Who will follow in their footsteps, at the rising of the moon.
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