[00:-23.13]As down the glen one Easter morn
[00:-13.75]To a city fair rode I.
[00:-5.13]There, armed lines of marching men,
[00:03.63]In squadrons passed me by.
[00:10.97]No pipe did hum, no battle drum
[00:19.95]Did sound its loud tattoo
[00:30.32]But the Angelus' bells o'er the Liffey swells
[00:42.09]Rang out in the foggy dew.
[00:55.30]Right proudly high in Dublin town
[01:00.56]Hung they out a flag of war.
[01:05.83]'Twas better to die 'neath an Irish sky
[01:11.09]Than at Suvla or Sud el Bar.
[01:16.83]And from the plains of Royal Meath
[01:22.01]Strong men came hurrying through;
[01:27.47]While Brittania's Huns with their long-range guns
[01:32.92]Sailed in through the foggy dew.
[01:49.44]The bravest fell, and the requiem bell
[01:54.48]Rang mournfully and clear
[01:59.84]For those who died that Easter-tide
[02:05.13]In the springing of the year.
[02:10.23]While the world did gaze with deep amaze
[02:15.66]At those fearless men but few
[02:20.82]Who bore the fight that freedom's light
[02:26.25]Might shine through the foggy dew.
[02:31.88]
[03:12.68]And back through the glen I rode again
[03:26.95]And my heart with grief was sore
[03:36.60]For I parted then with valiant men
[03:46.27]Whom I never shall see more
[03:54.68]But to and fro
[03:59.19]In my dreams I go
[04:03.50]And I kneel and pray for you
[04:13.88]For slavery fled
[04:19.86]Oh, glorious dead
[04:28.69]When you fell in the foggy dew