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And come tell me Sean O'Farrell, tell me why you hurry so |
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Husha buachaill hush and listen and his cheeks were all a glow |
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I bear orders from the captain, get you ready quick and soon |
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For the pikes must be together by the rising of the moon |
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By the rising of the moon, by the rising of the moon |
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For the pikes must be together by the rising of the moon |
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And come tell me Sean O'Farrell, where the gath'rin is to be |
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At the old spot by the river quite well known to you and me |
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One more word for signal token, whistle out the marchin' tune |
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With your pike upon your shoulder by the rising of the moon |
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By the rising of the moon, by the rising of the moon |
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With your pike upon your shoulder by the rising of the moon |
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Out from many a mud wall cabin eyes were watching through the night |
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Many a manly heart was beating for the blessed warning light |
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Murmurs rang along the valleys to the banshees lonely croon |
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And a thousand pikes were flashing by the rising of the moon |
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By the rising of the moon, by the rising of the moon |
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And a thousand pikes were flashing by the rising of the moon |
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All along that singing river that black mass of men was seen |
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High above their shining weapons flew their own beloved green |
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Death to every foe and traitor! Whistle out the marching tune |
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And hoorah, me boys, for freedom, 'tis the rising of the moon |
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Tis the rising of the moon, 'tis the rising of the moon |
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And hurrah, me boys, for freedom, 'tis the rising of the moon |
