Аккорды: Pogues - "The Rising Of The Moon"

***The Rising of the Moon - Trad. Arr. Shane MacGowan
from the album "The Snake"
The Rising of the Moon - as perfomed by Shane MacGowan and the Popes
Intro:
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Now come tell me Sean O'Farrell tell me why you hurry so
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Hush abhucachaill, hush and listen and his cheeks were all aglow
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I have orders from the Captain, Get you ready quick and soon
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For the pikes must be together at the rising of the moon
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At the rising of the moon, at the rising of the moon
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The pikes must be together at the rising of the moon
And come tell me Sean O'Farrell where the gathering is to be
At the old spot by the river quite well known to you and me
And by way of signal token, whistle loud the marching tune
With your pike across your shoulder at the rising of the moon
At the rising of the moon, at the rising of the moon
With your pike across your shoulder at the rising of the moon
(Repeat intro X 4)
From many a mud wall cabin eyes were watching through the night
Many a manly heart was beating for the blessed morning light
Murmurs ran along the valley like the banshees lonely croon
And a thousand pikes a flashing at the rising of the moon
At the rising of the moon, at the rising of the moon
A thousand pikes were flashing at the rising of the moon
All along the singing river a black mass of men was seen 
And above their shining weapons hung their own beloved green
Death to every foe and traitor, whistle loud the marching tune
And hurrah! me boys for freedom, 'tis the rising of the moon
At the rising of the moon, at the rising of the moon
And hurrah! me boys for freedom, 'tis the rising of the moon
At the rising of the moon, at the rising of the moon
And hurrah! me boys for freedom, 'tis the rising of the moon
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