[00:00.000] 作曲 : Trad. Arr Crowley/Murphy
[00:00.419]O come tell me Sean O'Farrell，
[00:04.452]"Tell me why you hurry so?
[00:09.185]Hush ma bouchal, hush and listen"，
[00:12.659]And his cheeks were all aglow，
[00:17.552]I bear orders from the Captain，
[00:20.928]"Get you ready, quick and soon，
[00:23.607]For the pikes must be together，
[00:23.857]By the rising of the moon"，
[00:59.343]"O come tell me Sean O'Farrell，
[01:01.902]Where the gath'rin is to be?
[01:03.835]At the old spot by the river，
[01:05.940]Quite well-known to you and me，
[01:07.890]One more word for signal token，
[01:10.327]Whistle out the marchin' tune，
[01:12.768]With your pike upon your shoulder，
[01:13.018]By the rising of the moon，
[01:15.844]By the rising of the moon，
[01:18.802]By the rising of the moon，
[01:19.051]With your pike upon your shoulder，
[01:22.910]By the rising of the moon"，
[01:36.181]Out from many a mud wall cabin，
[01:36.431]Eyes were watching through the night，
[01:39.354]Many a manly heart was beating，
[01:39.604]For the blessed morning light，
[01:42.878]Murmurs rang along the valleys，
[01:45.617]To the banshee's lonely croon，
[01:47.787]And a thousand pikes were flashing，
[01:49.973]By the rising of the moon，
[01:50.223]By the rising of the moon，
[01:55.320]By the rising of the moon，
[01:57.437]And a thousand pikes were flashing，
[01:58.187]By the rising of the moon，
[02:19.431]All along that singing river，
[02:21.443]That black mass of men were seen，
[02:23.484]High above their shining weapons，
[02:25.931]Flew their own beloved green，
[02:27.854]"Death to every foe and traitor!”
[02:29.750]Whistle out the marching tune，
[02:32.132]And hurrah my boy for freedom，
[02:34.134]At the rising of the moon"，
[03:04.222]By the rising of the moon，
[03:07.003]By the rising of the moon，
[03:09.448]For the pikes must be together，
[03:12.607]By the rising of the moon，
[03:16.205]By the rising of the moon，
[03:19.268]By the rising of the moon，
[03:20.994]With your pike upon your shoulder，
[03:24.787]By the rising of the moon，
[03:26.425]By the rising of the moon，
[03:28.876]By the rising of the moon，
[03:32.142]And a thousand pikes were flashing，
[03:34.942]By the rising of the moon，
[03:37.321]By the rising of the moon，
[03:41.320]By the rising of the moon，
[03:44.401]For the pikes must be together，
[03:47.785]By the rising of the moon，
[03:49.653]At the rising of the moon，
[03:51.537]At the rising of the moon，
[03:53.668]And hurrah my boy for freedom，
[03:57.785]At the rising of the moon.

作曲 : Trad. Arr Crowley/Murphy
O come tell me Sean O'Farrell，
"Tell me why you hurry so?
Hush ma bouchal, 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，
By the rising of the moon"，
"O come tell me Sean O'Farrell，
Where the gath'rin is to be?
At the old spot by the river，
Quite well-known to you and me，
One more word for signal token，
Whistle out the marchin' tune，
With your pike upon your shoulder，
By the rising of the moon，
By the rising of the moon，
By the rising of the moon，
With your pike upon your shoulder，
By 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 rang along the valleys，
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 were seen，
High above their shining weapons，
Flew their own beloved green，
"Death to every foe and traitor!”
Whistle out the marching tune，
And hurrah my boy for freedom，
At the rising of the moon"，
By the rising of the moon，
By the rising of the moon，
For the pikes must be together，
By the rising of the moon，
By the rising of the moon，
By the rising of the moon，
With your pike upon your shoulder，
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，
By the rising of the moon，
By the rising of the moon，
For the pikes must be together，
By the rising of the moon，
At the rising of the moon，
At the rising of the moon，
And hurrah my boy for freedom，
At the rising of the moon.