Come and tell me Sean O'Farrell, tell me why you hurry so
Hush my boy, now hush and listen and his eyes 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

Come now tell me Sean O'Farrell where the gathering is to be
At the old spot by the river, right 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

There beside the singing river that dark mass of men was seen
For above their shining weapons hung their own immortal green

Death to every foe and traitor! Forward strike the marching tune
And hurrah, my boys, for freedom, 'tis the rising of the moon

How well they fought for poor old Ireland and for bitter was their fate
Oh, what glorious pride and sorrow fills the name of '98

Yes thank god while hearts are beating, each man bears a burning wound
We will follow in their footsteps at the rising of the moon