Текст песни The Moonshiner - Tommy Makem , The Clancy Brothers
                                                Oh, 
                                                then 
                                                tell 
                                                me 
                                                Sean 
                                                O'Farrell,
 
                                    
                                
                                                tell 
                                                me 
                                                why 
                                                you 
                                                hurry 
                                                so.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Hush 
                                                me 
                                                Buchall 
                                                hush 
                                                and 
                                                listen,
 
                                    
                                
                                                and 
                                                his 
                                                cheeks 
                                                were 
                                                all 
                                                a-glow.
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                bear 
                                                orders 
                                                from 
                                                the 
                                                captain,
 
                                    
                                
                                                Get 
                                                you 
                                                ready 
                                                quick 
                                                and 
                                                soon,
 
                                    
                                
                                                For 
                                                the 
                                                pikes 
                                                must 
                                                be 
                                                together
 
                                    
                                
                                                By 
                                                the 
                                                Rising 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                Moon.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Chorus:
 
                                    
                                
                                                By 
                                                the 
                                                Rising 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                Moon,
 
                                    
                                
                                                By 
                                                the 
                                                Rising 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                Moon,
 
                                    
                                
                                                For 
                                                the 
                                                pikes 
                                                must 
                                                be 
                                                together
 
                                    
                                
                                                By 
                                                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.
 
                                    
                                
                                                With 
                                                your 
                                                pike 
                                                upon 
                                                your 
                                                shoulder
 
                                    
                                
                                                By 
                                                the 
                                                Rising 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                Moon.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Chorus:
 
                                    
                                
                                                By 
                                                the 
                                                Rising 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                Moon,
 
                                    
                                
                                                By 
                                                the 
                                                Rising 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                Moon,
 
                                    
                                
                                                With 
                                                your 
                                                pike 
                                                upon 
                                                your 
                                                shoulder
 
                                    
                                
                                                By 
                                                the 
                                                Rising 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                Moon.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Out 
                                                of 
                                                many 
                                                    a 
                                                mud 
                                                wall 
                                                cabin
 
                                    
                                
                                                Eyes 
                                                were 
                                                watching 
                                                thru' 
                                                the 
                                                night.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Many 
                                                    a 
                                                manly 
                                                heart 
                                                was 
                                                throbbing
 
                                    
                                
                                                For 
                                                the 
                                                coming 
                                                morning 
                                                light.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Murmers 
                                                ran 
                                                along 
                                                the 
                                                valley,
 
                                    
                                
                                                Like 
                                                the 
                                                banshee's 
                                                lonely 
                                                croon,
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                    a 
                                                thousand 
                                                pikes 
                                                were 
                                                flashing
 
                                    
                                
                                                By 
                                                the 
                                                Rising 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                Moon.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Chorus:
 
                                    
                                
                                                By 
                                                the 
                                                Rising 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                Moon,
 
                                    
                                
                                                By 
                                                the 
                                                Rising 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                Moon,
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                    a 
                                                thousand 
                                                pikes 
                                                were 
                                                flashing
 
                                    
                                
                                                By 
                                                the 
                                                Rising 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                Moon.
 
                                    
                                
                                                There 
                                                beside 
                                                the 
                                                singing 
                                                river
 
                                    
                                
                                                That 
                                                dark 
                                                mass 
                                                of 
                                                men 
                                                were 
                                                seen,
 
                                    
                                
                                                Far 
                                                above 
                                                their 
                                                shining 
                                                weapons 
                                                hung
 
                                    
                                
                                                Their 
                                                own 
                                                beloved 
                                                green.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Death 
                                                to 
                                                every 
                                                foe 
                                                and 
                                                traitor,
 
                                    
                                
                                                Forward 
                                                strike 
                                                the 
                                                marching 
                                                tune,
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                hurrah 
                                                me 
                                                boys 
                                                for 
                                                freedom,
 
                                    
                                
                                                Tis 
                                                the 
                                                Rising 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                Moon.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Chorus:
 
                                    
                                
                                                Tis 
                                                the 
                                                Rising 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                Moon,
 
                                    
                                
                                                Tis 
                                                the 
                                                Rising 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                Moon,
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                hurrah 
                                                me 
                                                boys 
                                                for 
                                                freedom,
 
                                    
                                
                                                Tis 
                                                the 
                                                Rising 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                Moon.
 
                                    
                                 
                            1 Whiskey, You're the Devil (Live)
2 Whiskey in the Jar
3 Beer, Beer, Beer
4 Water Is Alright In Tay
5 Mountain Dew
6 Jug of This
7 The Pub With No Beer
8 Drink It up Men
9 Maloney Wants a Drink
10 All for Me Grog
11 Galway Bay
12 The Jug of Punch (Live)
13 Tim Finnegan's Wake
14 The Moonshiner
15 The Juice of the Barley
16 The Parting Glass
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