Текст песни: The Rising of the Moon + перевод

Ah then tell me Sean O’Farrell

Tell me why you hurry so

Hush my boy now hush and listen

And his eyes were all aglow

I bear orders from the captain

Get ye ready quick and soon

For the pikes must be together

At the rising of the moon

Ah then tell me Sean O’Farrell

Where the gath’rin is to be

In the old spot by the river

Right well known to you and me

One word more, a signal token

Whistle of the marchin' tune

With your pike upon your shoulder

At the rising of the moon

There beside that singing river

That dark mass of men was seen

Far above their shining weapons

Hung their own immortal green

Death to every foe and traitor!

Forward strike the marchin' tune

And hurrah, my boys, for freedom!

'Tis the rising of the moon

How well they fought for poor old Ireland

And full bitter, was their fate

Oh what glorious pride and sorrow

Fills the name of '98

Yet thank God while hearts are beating

Each man bears a burning wound

We will follow in their footsteps

At the rising of the moon

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