"O then, tell me, Sean O`Farrell, tell me why you hurry so?"
"Hush, me Boluchal (boy), 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 risin` of the moon."

"O then, tell me Sean O`Farrell, where the gath`rin it to be?"
"In the old spot by the river, right well known to you and me;
One more word - for signal token, wistle up the marchin` tune,
With your pike upon your shoulder, by the risin` of the moon."

Out from many a mud wall cabin eyes were watching through that night;
Many a manly heart was throbbing for the blessed warning light.
Murmers passed along the valleys, like the banshee`s lonely croon,
and a thousand blades were flashing at the risin` of the moon.

There, beside the singing river, that black mass of men was seen,
Far above their shining weapons hung their own beloved green.
"Death to every foe and traitor! Forward Strike the marchin` tune,
And Hurrah, my boys for freedom; `tis the risin` of the moon."

Well they fought for poor old Ireland, and full bitter was their fate;
O, What glorious pride and sorrow fills the name of Ninety-Eight!
Yet, thank God, e`en still are beating hearts in manhood`s burning noon,
Who would follow in their footsteps at the risin` of the moon