| Oh, then tell me Sean O’Farrell
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| Tell me why you hurry so
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| Hush me Buchall hush and listen
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| And his cheeks were all a-glow
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| I bear orders from the captain
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| Get you ready quick and soon
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| For the pikes must be together
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| By the Rising of the Moon
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| By the Rising of the Moon
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| By the Rising of the Moon
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| For the pikes must be together
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| By the Rising of the Moon
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| Oh, then tell me Sean O’Farrell
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| Where the gathering is to be
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| In the old spot by the river
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| Right well known to you and me
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| One more word for signal token
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| Whistle up the marching tune
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| With your pike upon your shoulder
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| By the Rising of the Moon
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| By the Rising of the Moon
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| By the Rising of the Moon
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| With your pike upon your shoulder
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| By the Rising of the Moon
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| Out of many a mud wall cabin
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| Eyes were watching thru' the night
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| Many a manly heart was throbbing
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| For the coming morning light
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| Murmers ran along the valley
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| Like the banshee’s lonely croon
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| And a thousand pikes were flashing
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| By the Rising of the Moon
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| By the Rising of the Moon
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| By the Rising of the Moon
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| And a thousand pikes were flashing
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| By the Rising of the Moon
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| There beside the singing river
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| That dark mass of men were seen
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| Far above their shining weapons hung
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| Their own beloved green
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| Death to every foe and traitor
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| Forward strike the marching tune
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| And hurrah me boys for freedom
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| Tis the Rising of the Moon
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| Tis the Rising of the Moon
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| Tis the Rising of the Moon
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| And hurrah me boys for freedom
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| Tis the Rising of the Moon |