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for the pikes must be together at the rising of the moon
And hurrah me boys for freedom, for the pikes must be together at the rising of the moon
Oh what glorious pride and sorrow fills the name of 98, at the rising of the moon
Tis the rising of the mooon, for the pikes must be together at the rising of the moon, well they fought for poor old ireland and full bitter was their fate
At the rising of the moon, 000 blades were flashing at the rising of the moon, whistle up the marching tune
For the pikes must be together at the rising of the moon, in that old spot by the river quite well known to you and me Moon, tis the rising of the moon
Well they fought for poor old ireland and full bitter was their fate, by the rising of the moon Of, at the rising of the moon
By the rising of the moon, tis the rising of the mooon Of, tis the rising of the mooon
hush and listen and his cheeks were all aglow
000 blades were flashing at the rising of the moon, oh then tell me sean o farrell, hush a bhuchual
i bear orders from the captain get you ready quick and soon
Many s a manly heart was throbbing for the blessed warning light, who would follow in their footsteps at the rising of the moon Moon, well they fought for poor old ireland and full bitter was their fate
Out from many s a mudwall cabin eyes were watching through the night, tis the rising of the mooon, tell me why you hurry so
by the rising of the moon
One more word for signal token, with your pike upon your shoulder by the rising of the moon Moon, death to every foe and traitor forward strike the marching tune
Whistle up the marching tune, tell me why you hurry so
Who would follow in their footsteps by the rising of the moon, hush and listen and his cheeks were all aglow
At the rising of the moon, by the rising of the moon
One more word for signal token, who would follow in their footsteps by the rising of the moon Davitts, whistle up the marching tune
for the pikes must be together at the rising of the moon
For the pikes must be together at the rising of the moon, and hurrah me boys for freedom The, by the rising of the moon
for the pikes must be together at the rising of the moon
Death to every foe and traitor forward strike the marching tune, and hurrah me boys for freedom
Tell me why you hurry so, tell me why you hurry so
tis the rising of the moon
by the rising of the moon
For the pikes must be together at the rising of the moon, hush and listen and his cheeks were all aglow
For the pikes must be together at the rising of the moon, who would follow in their footsteps at the rising of the moon
at the rising of the moon
at the rising of the moon
Who would follow in their footsteps at the rising of the moon, at the rising of the moon
For the pikes must be together at the rising of the moon, one more word for signal token
many s a manly heart was throbbing for the blessed warning light
Tis the rising of the mooon, at the rising of the moon
where the gathering is to be
000 blades were flashing at the rising of the moon, oh then tell me sean o farrell
tis the rising of the moon
Tis the rising of the mooon, at the rising of the moon
Hush and listen and his cheeks were all aglow, hush and listen and his cheeks were all aglow
Oh then tell me sean o farrell, for the pikes must be together at the rising of the moon
Who would follow in their footsteps by the rising of the moon, oh what glorious pride and sorrow fills the name of 98, murmurs passed along the valleys like the banshee s lonely croon
I bear orders from the captain get you ready quick and soon, at the rising of the moon Of, at the rising of the moon
Out from many s a mudwall cabin eyes were watching through the night, tis the rising of the mooon
Tis the rising of the moon, oh then tell me sean o farrell
with your pike upon your shoulder by the rising of the moon
by the rising of the moon
Out from many s a mudwall cabin eyes were watching through the night, at the rising of the moon
tis the rising of the mooon
oh what glorious pride and sorrow fills the name of 98
One more word for signal token, death to every foe and traitor forward strike the marching tune Davitts, well they fought for poor old ireland and full bitter was their fate
By the rising of the moon, at the rising of the moon
By the rising of the moon, and hurrah me boys for freedom, many s a manly heart was throbbing for the blessed warning light
and hurrah me boys for freedom
at the rising of the moon