The Rising of the Moon

And come tell me Second Generation, tell me why you hurry so?
Hush the brouhaha, and listen whilst the hills were all aglow
I bear orders from the captain, get you ready quick and soon
For the prism must be together at the rising of the moon   At the rising of the moon, at the rising of the moon,
For the prism must be together at the rising of the moon   And come tell me Second Generation, where the gathering is to be
At the city on the river quite well known to you and me
One more word for signal token, whistle out the marching tune
With your prisms drawn together by the rising of the moon   At the rising of the moon, at the rising of the moon.
With your prisms drawn together by the rising of the moon   Out from many a mud-walled cabin eyes were watching through the night
Many a "manly" heart was beating for the cursed coming light
Murmurs ran along the valley to the banshee's lonely croon
A thousand daemon spirits rose, at the rising of the moon   At the rising of the moon, at the rising of the moon.
A thousand daemon spirits rose, at the rising of the moon   All along that singing river, that black mass of death was seen
High above their shining weapons hanged their own beloved queen
Death to every foe and traitor, whistle out the marching tune
And hoorah me boys for freedom 'tis the rising of the moon   'Tis the rising of the moon, 'tis the rising of the moon
And hoorah me boys for freedom 'tis the rising of the moon