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The Rising Of The Moon

Key: G

Introduction: D    A    G    D    A    D    

                          D                                                                                 A  
And come, tell me Sean O'Farrell, tell me why you hurry so?
  G                                                                      D                                         A                                         D  
Hush a bhuachaill, hush and listen, and his cheeks were all aglow
                                                                                                             A  
I bear orders from the captain: get you ready quick and soon
                     G                                      D                                 A                                 D  
For the pikes must be together by the rising of the moon
                  D                                                                    A  
By the rising of the moon, by the rising of the moon
                     G                                      D                                 A                                 D  
For the pikes must be together at the rising of the moon
                          D                                                                                      A  
And come tell me Sean O'Farrell, where the gath'rin is to be?
                     G                                      D                                            A                                         D  
In the old spot by the river, quite well known to you and me
                                                                                                          A  
One more word for signal token: whistle out the marchin' tune
                          G                                    D                                         A                                 D  
With your pike upon your shoulder, at the rising of the moon
                  D                                                                    A  
At the rising of the moon, at the rising of the moon
                          G                                    D                                         A                                 D  
With your pike upon your shoulder, at the rising of the moon
                        D                                                                                 A  
Out from many a mud wall cabin eyes were watching through the night
                  G                                      D                                      A                                      D  
Many a manly heart was beatin, for the blessed morning light
                                                                                                  A  
Murmurs ran along the valleys to the banshee's lonely croon
                G                                                 D                                      A                                 D  
And a thousand pikes were flashing by the rising of the moon
                  D                                                                    A  
By the rising of the moon, by the rising of the moon
                G                                                 D                                      A                                 D  
And a thousand pikes were flashing by the rising of the moon
             D                                                                                         A  
All along that singing river that black mass of men was seen
                G                                              D                                                 A                            D  
High above their shining weapons, flew their own beloved green
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Death to every foe and traitor! Whistle out the marching tune
                  G                                      D                                            A                                 D  
And hurrah my boys for freedom  tis the rising of the moon
                     D                                                                      A  
Tis the rising of the moon, tis the rising of the moon
                  G                                      D                                            A                                 D  
And hurrah my boys for freedom  tis the rising of the moon
                          D                                                                                                 A  
Well they fought for poor old Ireland, and full bitter was their fate
                     G                                              D                                            A                                    D  
Oh what glorious pride and sorrow, fills the name of ninety-eight!
                                                                                                                                  A  
Yet, thank God, e'en still are beating hearts in manhood burning noon
                          G                                      D                                            A                                 D  
Who would follow in their footsteps, at the risin' of the moon
                  D                                                                    A  
By the rising of the moon, by the rising of the moon
                          G                                      D                                            A                                 D  
Who would follow in their footsteps, at the risin' of the moon
 C    G    F    C    G    C)