[00:45.62]'Twas down the glen one Easter morn
[00:48.48]To a city fair rode I
[00:51.28]When Ireland's line of marching men
[00:54.10]In squadron passed me by
[00:56.99]
[01:08.38]Right proudly high over Dublin town
[01:11.22]They hung out a flag of war
[01:14.13]'Twas better to die 'neath an Irish sky
[01:17.00]Than at Suvla or Sud el Bar
[01:19.80]No pipe did hum, no battle drum
[01:22.67]Did sound its dread tattoo
[01:25.53]But the Angelus bell o'er the Liffey's swell
[01:28.38]Rang out in the foggy dew
[01:31.31]
[01:42.96]Right proudly high over Dublin town
[01:45.60]They hung out a flag of war
[01:48.42]'Twas better to die 'neath an Irish sky
[01:51.27]Than at Suvla or Sud el Bar
[01:54.04]And from the plains of Royal Meath
[01:56.93]Strong men came hurrying through
[01:59.80]While Brittania's sons with their long-range guns
[02:02.69]Sailed in from the foggy dew
[02:05.56]While Brittania's sons with their long-range guns
[02:08.43]Sailed in from the foggy dew
[02:11.42]'Twas down the glen one Easter morn
[02:14.13]To a city fair rode I
[02:16.96]When Ireland's line of marching men
[02:19.82]In squadron passed me by
[02:22.66]But the Angelus bell o'er the Liffey's swell
[02:25.53]Rang out in the foggy dew
[02:28.34]But the Angelus bell o'er the Liffey's swell
[02:31.22]Rang out in the foggy dew
[02:34.52]