Judy Collins The Rising of the Moon song lyrics

"Hush, my boy, oh hush and listen", and his eyes were all aglow

"I bear orders from the captain

Get you ready quick and soon

For the pikes must be together

At the risin' of the moon"

"Ah, 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 thing more, for signal token

Whistle up the marchin' tune

With your sword upon your shoulder

At the risin' of the moon"

Rumors passed along the valley like a banshee's lonely croon

And a thousand blades were flashin' at the risin' of the moon

All along the singin' river that dark mass of men were seen

Far above their shining weapons hung their own immortal green

"Death to every foe and traitor

Foreign strike the marchin' tune

And hurrah, me boys, for Ireland

'Tis the risin' 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 while hearts are beating

Foreign manhood's burnin' noon

We shall follow in their footsteps at the risin' of the moon

"Death to every foe and traitor

Foreign strike the marchin' tune

And hurrah, me boys, for freedom

'Tis the risin'

'Tis the risin' of the moon"