text: Ah then tell me Sean OFarrell
  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 ye ready quick and soon
  For the pikes must be together
  At the rising of the moon
  Ah then tell me Sean OFarrell
  Where the gathrin is to be
  In the old spot by the river
  Right well known to you and me
  One word more, a signal token
  Whistle of the marchin tune
  With your pike upon your shoulder
  At the rising of the moon
  There beside that singing river
  That dark mass of men was seen
  Far above their shining weapons
  Hung their own immortal green
  Death to every foe and traitor!
  Forward strike the marchin tune
  And hurrah, my boys, for freedom!
  Tis the rising of the moon
  How well they fought for poor old Ireland
  And full bitter, was their fate
  Oh what glorious pride and sorrow
  Fills the name of 98
  Yet thank God while hearts are beating
  Each man bears a burning wound
  We will follow in their footsteps
  At the rising of the moon