1) Oh, then tell me, Sean O'Farrell; Tell me why you hurry so.

“Hush me boy, now, hush and listen!” and his eyes were all aglow!

I bear orders from the Captain, get you ready quick and soon,

For the pikes must be together by the risin' of the moon.

2) 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 word more for signal token: whistle up a marching tune

With your pike upon your shoulder by the risin' of the moon.

3) Oh, from many a mudwall cabin, eyes were watching through the night.

Many a manly heart was throbbing for the coming warning light.

Murmurs ran along the valley like the banshee's lonely croon,

And a thousand blades were flashing by the rising of the moon.

4) There beside the singing river, that dark mass of men were seen,

And among their shining weapons, hung their own immortal green.

"Death to every foe and traitor!  Forward!  Strike a marching tune,

Sing, "Hurrah, me boys, for freedom!  'Tis the risin' of the moon!"

5) Well they fought for dear old Ireland, and full bitter was their fate.

What a glorious pride and sorrow fills the name of ninety-eight.

Yet, thank God, while hearts are beating, each one bears a burning wound,

We will follow in their footsteps by the rising of the moon!