The Rising Of The Moon

Intro: C  F   C 

verse 1: 
                                          G 
"Oh, then tell me Sean O'Farrell, tell me why you hurry so?" 
         F                    C               F                C  
"Hush me bhuachaill, hush and listen" and his cheeks were all aglow 
                                         G 
"I bear orders from the captain, get you ready quick and soon  
        F               C             F             C  
For the pikes must be together by the rising of the moon" 


[Refrão]
 
By the rising of the moon 
       G 
By the rising of the moon 
        F               C         
For the pikes must be together 
       F             C  
By the rising of the moon 

  
verse 2: 
                                            G 
"Oh, then tell me Sean O'Farrell, where the gathering is to be" 
        F               C                 F                C 
"In the old spot by the river, right well known to you and me 
                                        G  
One word more for signal token, whistle out the marching tune 
          F              C               F             C  
With your pike upon your shoulder by the rising of the moon"                            


[Refrão]
 
  
By the rising of the moon 
       G 
By the rising of the moon 
        F               C         
For the pikes must be together 
       F             C  
By the rising of the moon 


Instrumental: C    G    F  C  F  C 
        
                    
verse 3: 
                                            G  
Out from many a mud walled cabin, eyes were watching through the night 
       F               C                 F              C  
Many a manly heart was throbbing for the coming morning light 
                                       G  
Murmurs ran along the valleys like the banshee's lonely croon 
      F                   C               F             C  
And a thousand pikes were flashing by the rising of the moon 


[Refrão]
  
By the rising of the moon 
       G 
By the rising of the moon 
      F                   C         
And a thousand pikes were flashing 
       F             C                
By the rising of the moon 


verse 4: 
                                           G  
There beside the singing river, that black mass of men was seen 
     F                  C                  F           C 
Far above their shining weapons hung their own beloved green 
                                        G  
Death to every foe and traitor, forward fife the marching tune 
       F               C                 F             C  
And hoorah me boys for freedom, 'tis the rising of the moon 

    
OUTRO: C    G    F  C  F  C