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Ahh, then tell me Sean O'Farrell, tell me why you hurry so Hush me buachaill, hush and listen and his eyes were all a glow I bear orders from the captain, get you ready quick and soon For the pikes must be together at the rising of the moon Ahh, then tell me Sean O'Farrell where the gatherin' is to be In the old spot by the river, right well known to you and me One more word, a signal token, whistle out the marchin' tune With your pike upon your shoulder at the rising of the moon There beside the singing river that dark mass of men were seen Far above their shining weapons hung their own immortal green Death to every foe and traitor, forward strike the marching tune And hurrah, me 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 Yet thank God while hearts are beating, each man bears a burning loom We would follow in their footsteps at the rising of the moon