Judy Collins Follow

Oh, then tell me, Sean O'Farrell, tell me why you're hurryin' so
Hush, my boy, oh, hush and listen and his eyes were all aglow
I bear orders from the captain,to get you ready, quick and soon
For the pikes must be together at the rising of the moon

Oh, then tell me, Sean O' Farrell, where the gatherin' is to be
In the old spot by the river, right well known to you and me
One thing more, for a signal token, whistle up the marching tune
With your sword upon your shoulder at the rising of the moon

Rivers passed along the valley like a banshee's lonely croon
And a thousand blades were flashing at the rising of the moon
All along the singing river, that dark mass of men were seen
Far above their shining weapons hung their own immortal green

Death to every foe and traitor, power and strike the marching tune
And her army boys for Ireland, 'tis the rising of the moon
Well, they fought for poor old Ireland and for bitter was their fate
Oh, what glorious pride and sorrow fill the name of '98

Yet, thank God, while hearts are beating for [Incomprehensible]
We shall follow in their footsteps at the rising of the moon
Death to every foe and traitor, power and strike the marching tune
And her army boys for freedom, 'tis the rising, 'tis the rising of the moon