The Rising of the Moon - Judy Collins

Ah then tell me sean o'farrell

tell me why you're hurrying so

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 rising 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 rising of the moon

Rumors passed along the valley

like a banshee's lonely croon

and a thousand blades were flashin'

at the rising of the moon

All along 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

foreign strike the marchin' tune

and hurrah me boys for ireland

tis the rising 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 rising of the moon.

Death to every foe and traitor

foreign, strike the marchin' tune

and hurrah me boys for freedom

tis the rising,

tis the rising of the moon