Ah then tell me Sean O'Farrell
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Tell me why you're hurrying so
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Hush my boy oh hush and listen
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And his eyes were all aglow
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I bear 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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Ah then tell me Sean O'Farrell
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Where the gatherin' is to be
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In the old spot by the river
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Right well known to you and me
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One thing more for signal token
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Whistle up the marchin' tune
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With your sword upon your shoulder
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At the rising of the moon
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Rumors passed along the valley
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Like a banshee's lonely croon
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And a thousand blades were flashin'
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At the rising of the moon
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All along the singing river
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That dark mass of men were seen
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Far above their shining weapons
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Hung their own immortal green
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Death to every foe and traitor
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Foreign strike the marchin' tune
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And hurrah me boys for Ireland
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'Tis the rising of the moon
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Well, they fought for poor old Ireland
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And full bitter was their fate
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Oh what glorious pride and sorrow
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Fill the name of ninety-eight
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Yet thank God while hearts are beating
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Foreign manhood's burnin' noon,
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We shall follow in their footsteps
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At the rising of the moon.
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Death to every foe and traitor
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Foreign, strike the marchin' tune
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And hurrah me boys for freedom
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'Tis the rising,
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'Tis the rising of the moon
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Rising Of The Moon
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| Jefferson Starship |
