Misc Traditional – The Rising Of The Moon (Guitar)

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Oh then tell me Sean O’Farrell, tell me why you hurry so

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Hush mo bhuachaill, hush and listen and his cheeks were all aglow

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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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Oh then tell me Sean O’Farrell, where the gathering is to be

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In the old spot by the river right well known to you and me

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One more word for signal token, whistle out the marching 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 walled cabin, eyes were watching though the night

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Many a manly chest was throbbing for the pleasant warning light

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Murmurs ran along the valleys like the banshee’s lonely croon

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And a thousand blades were flashing at the rising of the moon

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At the rising of the moon, at the rising of the moon

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And a thousand blades were flashing at the rising of the moon

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THere beside the singing river, that dark mass of men were seen

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High above their shining weapons hung their own beloved green

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Death to every foe and traitor, forwards pike the marching tune

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And hoorah my 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 hoorah my boys for freedom, ’tis the rising of the moon

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Well, they fought for poor old Ireland and full bitter was their fate

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Oh, what glorious pride and sorrow fills the name of Ninety-eight

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Yet, thank God, it still is beating, hearts of manhoods burning tune

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Who will follow in their footsteps at the rising of the moon

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At the rising of the moon, at the rising of the moon

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Who will follow in their footsteps at the rising of the moon