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1. Song - The Rising of the Moon (continued)

   

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   3/
   Out from many a mud-walled cabin.
   Eyes were watching through the night,
   Many a manly chest was throbbing,
   For the blessed warning light;
   Murmurs passed along the valley
   Like a Banshee's lonely croon,
   And a thousand blades were flashing
   At the Rising of the Moon,
   Chorus:-

   4/
   There beside the singing river,
   That dark mass of men were seen -
   Far above the shining weapons
   Hung their own beloved green
   Death to every foe and traitor.
   Forward! strike the marching tune,
   And hurrah, my boys for freedom,
   Tis the Rising of the Moon.
   Chorus:-

   (5)
   Well they fought for poor old Ireland
   And full bitter was their fate;
   Oh! what glorious pride and sorrow
   Fill the name of Ninety-Eight
   Yet thank God ee'n still are beating
   Hearts in manhood's burning noon,
   Who would follow in their footsteps

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   History Edit

   Topics

   1. genre
      1. poetry
         1. folk poetry (~9,504)

   Language

   English

   Collector

   Nora Donovan

   Gender

   Female

   Address

   Coolagh More, Co. Cork

   Informant

   Mr T. O' Donovan

   Relation

   Parent

   Gender

   Male

   Age

   c. 56

   Occupation

   Farmer

   Address

   Coolagh More, Co. Cork