Rising Of The Moon Cifras

Rising Of The Moon - The Dubliners/Irish Traditional
 
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o2M4usgh8Ss
 
[Intro:]
 
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And come tell me Sean O'Farrell, tell me why you hurry so
       G                 D              A                 D
Husha buachaill hush and listen and his cheeks were all a glow
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I bear orders from the captain, get you ready quick and soon
        G               D             A             D
For the pikes must be together at the rising of the moon
 
 
[Chorus:]
 
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At the rising of the moon, at the rising of the moon
        G               D             A             D
For the pikes must be together at the rising of the moon
 
 
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And come tell me Sean O'Farrell, where the gath'rin is to be
       G               D                A                D
At the old spot by the river quite well known to you and me
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One more word for signal token, whistle out the marchin' tune
          G              D               A             D
With your pike upon your shoulder at the rising of the moon
 
 
[Chorus:]
 
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At the rising of the moon, at the rising of the moon
          G              D               A             D
With your pike upon your shoulder at the rising of the moon
 
 
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Out from many a mud wall cabin eyes were watching through the night
       G               D               A               D
Many a manly heart was beating for the blessed morning light
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Murmurs rang along the valleys to the banshees lonely croon
      G                   D               A             D
And a thousand pikes were flashing by the rising of the moon
 
 
[Chorus:]
 
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By the rising of the moon, by the rising of the moon
      G                   D               A             D
And a thousand pikes were flashing by the rising of the moon
 
 
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All along that singing river that black mass of men was seen
     G                   D                  A           D
High above their shining weapons flew their own beloved green
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Death to every foe and traitor! Whistle out the marching tune
    G                    D                 A             D
And hoorah, me boys, for freedom, 'tis the rising of the moon
 
 
[Chorus:]
 
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Tis the rising of the moon, 'tis the rising of the moon
    G                    D                 A             D
And hurrah, me boys, for freedom, 'tis the rising of the moon
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