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And come tell me Sean O'Farrell, tell me why you hurry soHush a bhuachaill, hush and listen and his cheeks were all aglowI bear orders from the captain, get you ready quick and soonFor the pikes must be together at the rising of the moonAt the rising of the moon, at the rising of the moonFor the pikes must be together at the rising of the moonAnd come tell me Sean O'Farrell, where the gathering is to beAt the old spot by the river quite well known to you and meOne more word for signal token, whistle out the marching tuneWith your pike upon your shoulder at the rising of the moonAt the rising of the moon, at the rising of the moonWith your pike upon your shoulder at the rising of the moonOut from many a mud walled cabin eyes were watching through the nightMany a manly heart was beating for the blessed morning's lightMurmurs ran along the valley to the banshee's lonely croonAnd a thousand pikes were flashing by the rising of the moonBy the rising of the moon, by the rising of the moonAnd a thousand pikes were flashing by the rising of the moonAll along that singing river, that black mass of men was seenHigh above their shining weapons flew their own beloved greenDeath to every foe and traitor, whistle out the marching tuneAnd hoorah me boys for freedom 'tis the rising of the moon'Tis the rising of the moon, 'tis the rising of the moonAnd hoorah me boys for freedom 'tis the rising of the moon Aus Songtexte Mania