Oh then tell Sean O'Farrell, tell me why you hurry so
Hush mo buachall, hush and listen and his cheeks were all aglow
I bear orders from Lupari, get you ready quick and soon
Cos we'll hit our drums a dunder by the risin' of the moon
By the risin' of the moon, by the risin' of the moon
We'll hit our drums a dunder by the risin' of the moon

Oh then tell me, Sean O'Farrell where the drum-in is to be
In that spot not far from Doolin quite well known to you and me
There'll be Christy, aye and Cathy, there'll be Mal in thick disguise
We'll batter our oul goatskins underneath thon Western skies
Underneath thon western skies, underneath thon western skies
We'll batter our oul goatskins underneath thon Western skies

In many's a pub in Doolin, they drunk pints of stout that night
Then at the hour for closing, beneath the silvery light
They battered out The Beggarman, Big Maggie, Siúl A Rún
A thousand baters thumpin' to the risin' of the moon
The risin' of the moon, the risin' of the moon
A thousand baters thumpin' to the risin' of the moon