Schooner Fare - The Rising of the Moon

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A rousing Rebel song off of their 1986 album, "The First Ten Years". Schooner Fare has adapted this song and then made it their own. Enjoy!

Personnel:
Chuck Romanoff - 12 string guitar, 4 string banjo, vocals
Steve Romanoff - 6 and 12 string guitars, 5 string banjo, vocals
Tom Rowe (1950-2004) - bass, tin whistle, guitar, vocals

Schooner Fare's Home Site with info, bios, where to purchase their music, and photos. There is also a dedicated area to remember Tom Rowe. He is still missed. It's a wonderful site. If you like their music please check it out! http://www.outergreen.com/

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THE RISING OF THE MOON LYRICS
Sean Keegan Casey

Oh, then tell me, Sean O'Farrell, tell me why you hurry so,
Hush, my buchal, hush and listen, and his eyes were all a-glow,
I bear orders from the captain, get you ready quick and soon,
For the pikes must be together, by the risin' of the moon.

By the risin' of the moon, by the risin' of the moon,
For the pikes must be together by the risin' of the moon.

Oh, then tell me Sean O'Farrell, where the gatherin' is to be,
In the old spot by the river, right well known to you and me,
One more word, for signal token, whistle up the marchin' tune,
With your pike upon your shoulder, by the risin' of the moon.

By the risin' of the moon, by the risin' of the moon,
With your pike upon your shoulder, by the risin' of the moon.

Out of many a mud-walled cabin, eyes were watchin' through the night,
Many a manly heart was beatin' for the comin' morning light,
Murmurs ran along the valley like the banshee's lonely croon,
And a thousand pikes were flashin' by the risin' of the moon.

By the risin' of the moon, by the risin' of the moon,
And a thousand pikes were flashin' by the risin' of the moon.

Far across that singin' river that dark mass of men were seen,
High above their shinin' weapons hung their own beloved green,
Death to every foe and traitor, forward strike the marching tune,
And, hurrah, me boys, for freedom, 'tis the risin' of the moon.

'Tis the risin' of the moon, 'tis the risin' of the moon,
And, hurrah, me boys, for freedom, 'tis the risin' of the moon.