And come Ctell me Sean O'Farrell, tell me Gwhy you hurry so

Husha Fbuachaill hush and Clisten and his Gcheeks were all a Cglow

I bear orders from the captain, get you Gready quick and soon

For the Fpikes must be toCgether by the Grising of the Cmoon

And come Ctell me Sean O'Farrell, where the Ggath'rin is to be

At the Fold spot by the Criver quite well Gknown to you and Cme

One more word for signal token, whistle Gout the marchin' tune

With your Fpike upon your Cshoulder by the Grising of the Cmoon

Out from Cmany a mud wall cabin eyes were Gwatching through the night

Many a Fmanly heart was Cbeating for the Gblessed warning Clight

Murmurs Crang along the valleys to the Gbanshees lonely croon

And a Fthousand pikes were Cflashing by the Grising of the Cmoon

All aClong that singing river that black Gmass of men was seen

High aFbove their shining Cweapons flew their Gown beloved Cgreen

Death to Cevery foe and traitor! Whistle Gout the marching tune

And Fhoorah, me boys, for Cfreedom, 'tis the Grising of the Cmoon