Dubliners – Rose Of Allendale scritto da admin 21 Gennaio 2016 And come tell me Sean O’Farrell, tell me why you hurry so Hush a bhuachaill, 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 At the rising of the moon, at the rising of the moon For the pikes must be together at the rising of the moon And 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 loud the marching tune With your pike upon your shoulder at the rising of the moon” At the rising of the moon, at the rising of the moon With your pike upon your shoulder at 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 ran along the valley 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 was seen High above their shining weapons flew their own beloved green Death! to every foe and traitor, whistle loud a marching tune And hurrah, me boys, for freedom, ‘t is the rising of the moon ‘t is the rising of the moon, ‘t is the rising of the moon And hurrah me boys for freedom, ‘t is the rising of the moon