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IRISH SONGS AND LYRICS 129 |
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Get you ready quick and soon; For the pikes must be together At the risin' of the moon."
"Oh, then, tell me, Shawn O'Ferrall,
Where the gath'rin' is to be? " " In the ould spot by the river,
Right well known to you and me; One word more—for signal token
Whistle up the marchin' tune, With your pike upon your shoulder,
By the risin' of the moon."
Out from many a mud-wall cabin
Eyes were watching thro' that night; . Many a manly chest was throbbing
For the blessed warning light. Murmurs passed along the valleys,
Like the banshee's lonely croon, And a thousand blades were flashing
At the risin' of the moon.
There, beside the singing river,
That dark mass of men were seen — Far above the shining weapons
Hung their own beloved '' Green ''; " Death to ev'ry foe and traitor !
Forward ! strike the marchin' tune, And hurrah, my boys, for freedom !
'Tis the risin' of the moon."
Well they fought for poor Old Ireland, And full bitter was their fate; |
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