Paddy Homan: "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 warning light
murmurs rang along the valleys to the banshees' lonely croon
and a thousand pikes were flashing to the rising of the moon

all along that singing river a 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, 'tis the rising of the moon