And the others began to shout the words:
“Death to every foe and traitor!
Forward! Strike the marchin’ tune,
And hurrah, me lads, for freedom!
’Tis the risin’ of the moon!
“At the risin’ of the moon,
At the risin’ of the moon,
And a thousand blades are flashin’
At the risin’ of the moon!”
“Here’s to Murtagh Skeel!” roared Soane, “An gille dubh ciardubh! Whurroo!”