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Oh, then tell me, Sean O'Farrell, tell me why you're hurryin' so |
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Hush, my boy, oh, hush and listen and his eyes were all aglow |
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I bear orders from the captain,to get you ready, quick and soon |
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For the pikes must be together at the rising of the moon |
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Oh, then tell me, Sean O' Farrell, where the gatherin' is to be |
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In the old spot by the river, right well known to you and me |
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One thing more, for a signal token, whistle up the marching tune |
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With your sword upon your shoulder at the rising of the moon |
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Rivers passed along the valley like a banshee's lonely croon |
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And a thousand blades were flashing at the rising of the moon |
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All along the singing river, that dark mass of men were seen |
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Far above their shining weapons hung their own immortal green |
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Death to every foe and traitor, power and strike the marching tune |
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And her army boys for Ireland, 'tis the rising of the moon |
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Well, they fought for poor old Ireland and for bitter was their fate |
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Oh, what glorious pride and sorrow fill the name of '98 |
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Yet, thank God, while hearts are beating for [Incomprehensible] |
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We shall follow in their footsteps at the rising of the moon |
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Death to every foe and traitor, power and strike the marching tune |
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And her army boys for freedom, 'tis the rising, 'tis the rising of the moon |
