[Verse]
"Oh, then tell me Seán O'Farrell, tell me why you hurry so",
"Hush, mbuachaill, hush and listen," and his cheeks were all aglow,
"I bear orders from the captain, get you ready quick and soon,
For the pikes must be together at the rising of the moon."

"Oh, then tell me Sean O'Farrell, where the gathering is to be",
"In the old spot by the river, quite well known to you and me,
One more word for signal token, whistle up the marching tune,
With your pike upon your shoulder at the rising of the moon."

Out from many a mud wall cabin, eyes were watching through the night,
Many a manly heart was throbbing for the blessed morning light,
Murmurs rang along the valley like the banshee's lonely croon,
And a thousand blades were flashing by the rising of the moon.

There beside that singing river that dark mass of men was seen,
High above their shining weapons flew their own beloved green,
Death to every foe and traitor! Forward strike the marching tune,
And hurrah, me boys, for freedom, tis the rising of the moon.

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, e'en still are beating hearts in manhood's burning noon,
Who will follow in their footsteps at the rising of the moon?

At the rising of the moon, at the rising of the moon,
Who will follow in their footsteps at the rising of the moon?.