The Rising Of The Moon
Traditional  (Buichall is pronounced “buck-o”)  Use the last line of each verse for the chorus.

G                                                                 D                    G
Oh then tell me Sean O'Farrell; Tell me why you hurry so
C                             G                                        D
Hush me buichall hush and listen and his cheeks were all aglow
               G                                                   C         D              G
I bear orders from the Captain, get you ready quick and soon
                 C                        G                   D                   G
For the pikes must be together by the risin' of the moon
               G                                              D
Oh, the rising of the moon!  Oh! The rising of the moon!
               C                         G                    D                    G
For the pikes must be together by the rising of the moon.

G                                                                       D                   G
Oh then tell me Sean O'Farrell, where the gatherin' is to be
           C                        G                        D
In the old spot by the river; right well known to you and me
                    G                                              C        D             G
One more word for signal token; whistle up a marching tune
                   C                                                  D                 G
With your pike upon your shoulder by the risin' of the moon
               G                                              D
Oh, the rising of the moon!  Oh! The rising of the moon!
                   C                                                  D                 G
With your pike upon your shoulder by the risin' of the moon

G                                                                   D                                  G
From many a mudwall cabin, eyes were watching through the night
  C                      G                                              D
Many a manly heart was throbbing for the coming of the mornin’ light
                 G                                            C               D          G
Murmurs ran along the valley like the banshee's lonely croon
            C                                    G                       D                    G
And a thousand blades were flashing by the rising of the moon.
               G                                              D
Oh, the rising of the moon!  Oh! The rising of the moon!
            C                                    G                       D                    G
And a thousand blades were flashing by the rising of the moon.

G                                                                    D                               G
There beside the singing river, that dark mass of men were seen
               C                           G                               D
And among their shining weapons, hung their own beloved green
                  G                                                    C          D              G
"Death to every foe and traitor! Forward! Strike a marching tune,
            C                                  G                          D                    G
Sing, "Hurrah, me boys, for freedom! 'Tis the risin' of the moon!"
               G                                              D
Oh, the rising of the moon!  Oh! The rising of the moon!
            C                                  G                          D                    G
Sing, "Hurrah, me boys, for freedom! 'Tis the risin' of the moon!"

G                                                                        D                        G
Well they fought for dear old Ireland and full bitter was their fate
              C                             G                        D
What a glorious pride and sorrow fills the name of ninety-eight
                  G                                                           C                 D            G
Yet thank God while hearts are beating fast in manhood's burning noon
              C                     G                         D                   G
We will follow in their footsteps by the rising of the moon
               G                                              D
Oh, the rising of the moon!  Oh! The rising of the moon!
             C                     G                         D                   G
We will follow in their footsteps by the rising of the moon
 

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