Rising Of The Moon歌词

Oh then tell me Sean O'Farrell, tell me why you hurry so
Hush a bhuachaill, 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
At the old spot by the river quite well known to you and me
One more word for signal token, whistle out the marching tune
With your pike upon your shoulder at the rising of the moon
Out from many a mud walled cabin eyes were watching through the night
Many a manly heart was beating for the blessed morning's light
Murmurs ran along the valley like the banshee's lonely croon
And a thousand blades were flashing by the rising of the moon
There beside singing river, that dark mass of men were seen
High above their shining weapons flew their own beloved green
Death to every foe and traitor, forward! Strike the marching tune!
And hoorah 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 still their 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 would follow in their footsteps by the rising of the moon编辑于2023/12/21更新