Murmurs passed along the valleys like the Banshee's lonely croon And a thousand blades were flashing at the rising of the moon. 'O then, tell me Sean O'Farrell, where the gath'ring is to be?' 'In the old spot by the river, well known to you and me One word more for signal token, whistle up the marchin' tune With your pike upon your shoulder, by the rising of the moon.' One word more for signal token, whistle up the marchin' tune With your pike upon your shoulder, by the rising of the moon.' Out from many a mud wall cabin eyes were watching through that night Many a manly heart was throbbing for the blessed warning light Murmurs passed along the valleys like the Banshee's lonely croon And a thousand blades were flashing at the rising of the moon. 'I bear orders from the captain, get you ready quick and soon For the pikes must be together at the rising of the moon.

Lyrics 'Oh then, tell me Sean O'Farrell, tell me why you hurry so?' 'Hush, mo 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.

Tell me why folk song