Oh, then tell me, Sean O'Farrell, tell me why you hurry so. Hush, mbuachaill (Boys), hush and listen, and his cheeks were all aglow.
I bear a respond, the captain get you ready, quick and soon. For the pipes must be together at the rising of the moon.
Oh, then tell me, Sean O'Farrell, where the gathering 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 marching tune. And with your pike upon your shoulder, at the rising of the moon.
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