The Rising Of The Moon

[INTRO:] C  F   C

[VERSE 1:]
                                          G
"Oh, then tell me Sean O'Farrell, tell me why you hurry so?"
         F                    C               F                C
"Hush me bhuachaill, hush and listen" and his cheeks were all aglow
                                         G
"I bear orders from the captain, get you ready quick and soon
        F               C             F             C
For the pikes must be together by the rising of the moon"


[CHORUS:]

By the rising of the moon
       G
By the rising of the moon
        F               C
For the pikes must be together
       F             C
By the rising of the moon


[VERSE 2:]
                                            G
"Oh, then tell me Sean O'Farrell, where the gathering is to be"
        F               C                 F                C
"In the old spot by the river, right well known to you and me
                                        G
One word more for signal token, whistle out the marching tune
          F              C               F             C
With your pike upon your shoulder by the rising of the moon"


[CHORUS:]

By the rising of the moon
       G
By the rising of the moon
        F               C
For the pikes must be together
       F             C
By the rising of the moon


[INSTRUMENTAL:] C    G    F  C  F  C


[VERSE 3:]
                                            G
Out from many a mud walled cabin, eyes were watching through the night
       F               C                 F              C
Many a manly heart was throbbing for the coming morning light
                                       G
Murmurs ran along the valleys like the banshee's lonely croon
      F                   C               F             C
And a thousand pikes were flashing by the rising of the moon


[CHORUS:]

By the rising of the moon
       G
By the rising of the moon
      F                   C
And a thousand pikes were flashing
       F             C
By the rising of the moon


[VERSE 4:]
                                           G
There beside the singing river, that black mass of men was seen
     F                  C                  F           C
Far above their shining weapons hung their own beloved green
                                        G
Death to every foe and traitor, forward fife the marching tune
       F               C                 F             C
And hoorah me boys for freedom, 'tis the rising of the moon