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Dubliners – Rose Of Allendale

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And come tell me Sean O’Farrell, tell me why you hurry so
Hush a bhuachaill, 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 rising of the moon
At the rising of the moon, at the rising of the moon
For the pikes must be together at the rising of the moon

And come tell me Sean O’Farrell where the gathering is to be
“At the old spot by the river quite well known to you and me
One more word, for signal token, whistle loud the marching tune
With your pike upon your shoulder at the rising of the moon”
At the rising of the moon, at the rising of the moon
With your pike upon your shoulder at the rising of the moon

Out from many a mud wall cabin eyes were watching through the night
Many a manly heart was beating for the blessed morning light
Murmurs ran along the valley to the banshee’s lonely croon
And a thousand pikes were flashing by the rising of the moon
By the rising of the moon, by the rising of the moon
And a thousand pikes were flashing by the rising of the moon

All along that singing river that black mass of men was seen
High above their shining weapons flew their own beloved green
Death! to every foe and traitor, whistle loud a marching tune
And hurrah, me boys, for freedom, ‘t is the rising of the moon
‘t is the rising of the moon, ‘t is the rising of the moon
And hurrah me boys for freedom, ‘t is the rising of the moon