The Rising of the Moon – Irish folk Song September 19, 2023 Geraldine Culture, Music </p> <h2>Popular Irish song about the 1798 Rebellion in Ireland</h2> <p> Na Casaidigh with the popular Irish song about the 1798 Rebellion in Ireland. Na Casaidigh or The Cassidys are a traditional Irish family band from the Gaoth Dobhair (Gweedore) Gaeltacht in County Donegal.</p> <p>Lyrics:</p> <p>Oh then, tell me Seán O’Farrell, tell me why you hurry so?<br /> “Hush a bhuachaill, hush and listen”, and his cheeks were all aglow,<br /> “I bear orders from the captain:- get you ready quick and soon<br /> For the pikes must be together by the rising of the moon”<br /> By the rising of the moon, by the rising of the moon,</p> <p>For the pikes must be together by the rising of the moon</p> <p>“And come tell me Seán O’Farrell where the gath’rin is to be?”<br /> “In the old spot by the river, right well known to you and me.<br /> One more word for signal token:- whistle out the marchin’ tune,<br /> With your pike upon your shoulder, by the rising of the moon.”<br /> By the rising of the moon, by the rising of the moon<br /> With your pike upon your shoulder, by the rising of the moon.</p> <p>Out from many a mud wall cabin eyes were watching through the night,<br /> Many a manly chest was throbbing, for the blessed morning light.<br /> Murmurs ran along the valleys like the banshee’s lonely croon<br /> And a thousand pikes were flashing at the rising of the moon.<br /> At the rising of the moon, at the rising of the moon.<br /> And a thousand pikes were flashing by the rising of the moon.</p> <p>There beside the singing river that black mass of men was seen,<br /> High above their shining weapons flew their own beloved green.<br /> “Death to every foe and traitor! Forward strike the marching tune.”<br /> And hurrah my boys for freedom; ’tis the rising of the moon”.<br /> Tis the rising of the moon, tis the rising of the moon<br /> And hurrah my boys for freedom; ‘Tis the rising of the moon”.</p> <p>Well they fought for poor old Ireland, and full bitter was their fate,<br /> Oh what glorious pride and sorrow, fills the name of ninety-eight!<br /> Yet, thank God, e’en still are beating hearts in manhood burning noon,<br /> Who would follow in their footsteps, at the risin’ of the moon<br /> At the rising of the moon, At the rising of the moon<br /> Who would follow in their footsteps, at the risin’ of the moon.<br /> <br /> Credit to : An Ghaoth Aniar</p> <p> Please support our Sponsors here :
