Now come tell me Sean O'Farrell
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Tell me why you hurry so?
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Hush a bhuachaill, hush and listen
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And his cheeks were all aglow
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I have orders from the captain
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Get you ready quick and soon
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For the pikes must be together
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At the rising of the moon
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The rising of the moon
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The rising of the moon
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The pikes must be together
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At the rising of the moon
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And come tell me Sean O'Farrell
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Where the gatherin' is to be
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At the old spot by the river
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Quite well known to you and me
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And by way of signal token
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Whistle loud the marching tune
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With your pike upon your shoulder
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At the rising of the moon
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The rising of the moon
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The rising of the moon
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With your pike upon your shoulder
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At the rising of the moon
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Out from many a mud wall cabin
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Eyes were watching through the night
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Many a manly heart was beating
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For the blessed morning light
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Murmurs ran along the valley
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Like the banshee's lonely croon
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And a thousand pikes were flashing
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At the rising of the moon
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The rising of the moon
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The rising of the moon
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A thousand pikes were flashing
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At the rising of the moon
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All along that singing river
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A black mass of men was seen
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And above their shining weapons
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Hung their own beloved green
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Death to every foe and traitor!
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Whistle loud the marching tune
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And Hurrah! me boys for freedom
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'Tis the rising of the moon
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The rising of the moon
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The rising of the moon
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And Hurrah! me boys for freedom
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'Tis the rising of the moon
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The rising of the moon
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The rising of the moon
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And Hurrah! me boys for freedom
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'Tis the rising of the moon
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The Rising Of The Moon
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| Shane MacGowan & The Popes |
