Rising of the Moon - Remastered (Cover) by Seth Staton Watkins

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When I first set out on this YouTube journey, I knew nothing about mixing and mastering tracks and many of my original videos were left wanting in the audio quality department. Over the last few months, I have remastered a number of them, and I will be reposting one of them every Tuesday for the next two months. I will also be uploading new content every Thursday as well!

"The Rising of the Moon" is an Irish ballad recounting a battle between the United Irishmen, led by Theobald Wolfe Tone and the British Army during the Irish Rebellion of 1798. It was first published in 1866 by John Keegan Casey, and since then it has been covered by many of the greats including The Dubliners, The High Kings, The Clancy Brothers, Tommy Makem, and many more.

Lyrics:
[Verse 1]
"Ah come tell me Sean O'Farrell, tell me why you hurry so"
"Hush, mbuachaill, 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"

[Chorus]
At the rising of the moon, at the rising of the moon
For the pikes must be together at the rising of the moon

[Verse 2]
"Ah come tell me Sean O'Farrell, where the gathering 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 marching tune
With your pike upon your shoulder at the rising of the moon"

[Chorus]
At the rising of the moon, at the rising of the moon
With your pike upon your shoulder at the rising of the moon

[Verse 3]
Out from many a mud wall cabin; eyes were watching through the night
Many a manly heart was beating for the blessed warning light
Murmurs rang along the valleys to the banshee's lonely croon
And a thousand pikes were flashing by the rising of the moon

[Chorus]
By the rising of the moon, by the rising of the moon
And a thousand pikes were flashing by the rising of the moon

[Verse 4]
All along that singing river that black mass of men was seen
High above their shining weapons flew their own beloved green
Death to every foe and traitor! Whistle out the marching tune
And hurrah, me boys, for freedom, at the rising of the moon

[Chorus]
At the rising of the moon, At the rising of the moon
And hurrah, me boys, for freedom, At the rising of the moon

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