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Oh then tell me Sean O' Farrel, tell me why you hurry so, hush a buach-aill hush and listen, and his cheeks were all a glow. I bear order from the captain: get you ready quick and soon for the pikes must be together at the rising of the moon!. |
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Oh then tell me Sean O' Farrel, where the gath'rin is to be ? In the old spot by the river, well known to you and me, one word more for signal token, whistle up the marchin' tune, with your pike upon yor shoulder, by the risin' of the moon. |
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Out from many a mud wall cabin eyes were watching through that night, many a manly heart was throbbling for the blessed warning light. Murmurs passed along the valleys, like the banshee's lonely croon 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, far above the shining weapons hung their own beloved green. Death to every for and traitor! Forward! strike the marching tune, and hurrah, 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 (Oh, what glorious pride and sorrow fill the name of Ninety-Eight!). Yet, thank God, even still are beating hearts in manhood's burning noon, who would follow in their footsteps at the risin' of the moon! |
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