Chords for The Rising of the Moon (with lyrics)
Tempo:
99.65 bpm
Chords used:
A
D
G
Bm
B
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
Oh, then tell me, Sean O'Farrell, [A] tell me, why you hurry so?
[Bm] Hush, you vocal, hush and listen, and his [A] cheeks wear all [A] aglow.
I bear [D] orders from the Captain, get you [A] ready quick and soon,
For [G] the Pikes must be [D] together by the rising of the moon.
By the rising of the moon, [A] by the rising of the moon,
[B] For the Pikes must [D] be together [A] by the rising [D] of the moon.
Oh, then tell me, Sean O'Farrell, [A] where the gathering is to be?
[G] In the old spot [D] by the river, [A] right well known to you [D] and me.
One more dwarf or signal, woken, [A] whistle out the marking tune,
[G] For your Pike [D] upon your shoulder [A] by the rising [D] of the moon.
By the rising of the moon, [A] by the rising of the moon,
[G] With your Pike [D] upon your shoulder by the rising of the moon.
Out from many a mud wall, cabin [A] eyes were watching through the night,
[G] Many a manly [D] chest was throbbing [A] for the blessed [Bm] warning [A] light.
Murmurs [D] passed along the valleys like the man she's lonely clued,
[G] And a thousand [D] clays were flashing [A] at the rising [D] of the moon.
At the rising of the moon, [A] at the rising of the moon,
[G] And a thousand [D] clays were flashing [A] at the rising [D] of the moon.
There beside the singing river, [A] the dark mass of men were seen,
[G] Far above their [D] shining weapons, [A] on their own [B] beloved ring.
Death to every foe and traitor, [A] forward strike the marching tune,
[Em] And hurrah, my [D] voice for freedom, [A] tis the rising [D] of the moon.
Tis the rising of the moon, [A] tis the rising of the moon,
[G] And hurrah, my [D] voice for freedom, [A] tis the rising [D] of the moon.
Well, they fought for poor old Ireland, and full bitter [A] was their fate,
[G] Oh, what glorious [D] pride and sorrow filled the name of [E] ninety-eight.
Yet, [D] thank God, it still is beating, for every [A] man was mourning noon.
[D] Who would follow in their footsteps at the rising of the moon?
At the rising of the moon, [A] at the rising of the moon,
[G] Who would follow [D] in their footsteps at the rising of the moon?
[A] [G] [D] [A]
[D] [A]
[G] [D] [A]
[D] [A]
[G] [D]
[Bm] Hush, you vocal, hush and listen, and his [A] cheeks wear all [A] aglow.
I bear [D] orders from the Captain, get you [A] ready quick and soon,
For [G] the Pikes must be [D] together by the rising of the moon.
By the rising of the moon, [A] by the rising of the moon,
[B] For the Pikes must [D] be together [A] by the rising [D] of the moon.
Oh, then tell me, Sean O'Farrell, [A] where the gathering is to be?
[G] In the old spot [D] by the river, [A] right well known to you [D] and me.
One more dwarf or signal, woken, [A] whistle out the marking tune,
[G] For your Pike [D] upon your shoulder [A] by the rising [D] of the moon.
By the rising of the moon, [A] by the rising of the moon,
[G] With your Pike [D] upon your shoulder by the rising of the moon.
Out from many a mud wall, cabin [A] eyes were watching through the night,
[G] Many a manly [D] chest was throbbing [A] for the blessed [Bm] warning [A] light.
Murmurs [D] passed along the valleys like the man she's lonely clued,
[G] And a thousand [D] clays were flashing [A] at the rising [D] of the moon.
At the rising of the moon, [A] at the rising of the moon,
[G] And a thousand [D] clays were flashing [A] at the rising [D] of the moon.
There beside the singing river, [A] the dark mass of men were seen,
[G] Far above their [D] shining weapons, [A] on their own [B] beloved ring.
Death to every foe and traitor, [A] forward strike the marching tune,
[Em] And hurrah, my [D] voice for freedom, [A] tis the rising [D] of the moon.
Tis the rising of the moon, [A] tis the rising of the moon,
[G] And hurrah, my [D] voice for freedom, [A] tis the rising [D] of the moon.
Well, they fought for poor old Ireland, and full bitter [A] was their fate,
[G] Oh, what glorious [D] pride and sorrow filled the name of [E] ninety-eight.
Yet, [D] thank God, it still is beating, for every [A] man was mourning noon.
[D] Who would follow in their footsteps at the rising of the moon?
At the rising of the moon, [A] at the rising of the moon,
[G] Who would follow [D] in their footsteps at the rising of the moon?
[A] [G] [D] [A]
[D] [A]
[G] [D] [A]
[D] [A]
[G] [D]
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Oh, then tell me, Sean O'Farrell, [A] tell me, why you hurry so?
[Bm] Hush, you vocal, hush and listen, and his [A] cheeks wear all [A] aglow.
I bear [D] orders from the Captain, get you [A] ready quick and soon,
For [G] the Pikes must be [D] together by the rising of the moon.
By the rising of the moon, [A] by the rising of the moon,
[B] For the Pikes must [D] be together [A] by the rising [D] of the moon.
Oh, then tell me, Sean O'Farrell, [A] where the gathering is to be?
[G] In the old spot [D] by the river, [A] right well known to you [D] and me.
One more dwarf or signal, woken, [A] whistle out the marking tune,
[G] For your Pike [D] upon your shoulder [A] by the rising [D] of the moon.
By the rising of the moon, [A] by the rising of the moon,
[G] With your Pike [D] upon your shoulder by the rising of the moon.
Out from many a mud wall, cabin [A] eyes were watching through the night,
[G] Many a manly [D] chest was throbbing [A] for the blessed [Bm] warning [A] light.
Murmurs [D] passed along the valleys like the man she's lonely clued,
[G] And a thousand [D] clays were flashing [A] at the rising [D] of the moon.
At the rising of the moon, [A] at the rising of the moon,
[G] And a thousand [D] clays were flashing [A] at the rising [D] of the moon.
There beside the singing river, [A] the dark mass of men were seen,
[G] Far above their [D] shining weapons, [A] on their own [B] beloved ring.
Death to every foe and traitor, [A] forward strike the marching tune,
[Em] And hurrah, my [D] voice for freedom, [A] tis the rising [D] of the moon.
Tis the rising of the moon, [A] tis the rising of the moon,
[G] And hurrah, my [D] voice for freedom, [A] tis the rising [D] of the moon.
Well, they fought for poor old Ireland, and full bitter [A] was their fate,
[G] Oh, what glorious [D] pride and sorrow filled the name of [E] ninety-eight.
Yet, [D] thank God, it still is beating, for every [A] man was mourning noon.
[D] Who would follow in their footsteps at the rising of the moon?
At the rising of the moon, [A] at the rising of the moon,
[G] Who would follow [D] in their footsteps at the rising of the moon?
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Oh, then tell me, Sean O'Farrell, [A] tell me, why you hurry so?
[Bm] Hush, you vocal, hush and listen, and his [A] cheeks wear all [A] aglow.
I bear [D] orders from the Captain, get you [A] ready quick and soon,
For [G] the Pikes must be [D] together by the rising of the moon.
By the rising of the moon, [A] by the rising of the moon,
[B] For the Pikes must [D] be together [A] by the rising [D] of the moon.
Oh, then tell me, Sean O'Farrell, [A] where the gathering is to be?
[G] In the old spot [D] by the river, [A] right well known to you [D] and me.
One more dwarf or signal, woken, [A] whistle out the marking tune,
[G] For your Pike [D] upon your shoulder [A] by the rising [D] of the moon.
By the rising of the moon, [A] by the rising of the moon,
[G] With your Pike [D] upon your shoulder by the rising of the moon.
Out from many a mud wall, cabin [A] eyes were watching through the night,
[G] Many a manly [D] chest was throbbing [A] for the blessed [Bm] warning [A] light.
Murmurs [D] passed along the valleys like the man she's lonely clued,
[G] And a thousand [D] clays were flashing [A] at the rising [D] of the moon.
At the rising of the moon, [A] at the rising of the moon,
[G] And a thousand [D] clays were flashing [A] at the rising [D] of the moon.
There beside the singing river, [A] the dark mass of men were seen,
[G] Far above their [D] shining weapons, [A] on their own [B] beloved ring.
Death to every foe and traitor, [A] forward strike the marching tune,
[Em] And hurrah, my [D] voice for freedom, [A] tis the rising [D] of the moon.
Tis the rising of the moon, [A] tis the rising of the moon,
[G] And hurrah, my [D] voice for freedom, [A] tis the rising [D] of the moon.
Well, they fought for poor old Ireland, and full bitter [A] was their fate,
[G] Oh, what glorious [D] pride and sorrow filled the name of [E] ninety-eight.
Yet, [D] thank God, it still is beating, for every [A] man was mourning noon.
[D] Who would follow in their footsteps at the rising of the moon?
At the rising of the moon, [A] at the rising of the moon,
[G] Who would follow [D] in their footsteps at the rising of the moon?
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