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[00:16.16]As down the glen one Easter morn
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[00:22.45]To a city fair rode I
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[00:28.35]There Armed lines of marching men
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[00:34.80]In squadrons passed me by
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[00:40.52]No fife did hum nor battle drum
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[00:46.66]Did sound it's dread tattoo
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[00:52.39]But the Angelus bell o'er the Liffey swell
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[00:58.55]Rang out through the foggy dew
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[01:04.29]Right proudly high over Dublin Town
[01:10.46]They hung out the flag of war
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[01:16.19]'Twas better to die 'neath an Irish sky
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[01:22.15]Than at Sulva or Sud El Bar
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[01:28.08]And from the plains of Royal Meath
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[01:33.91]Strong men came hurrying through
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[01:39.57]While Britannia's Huns, with their long range guns
[01:45.51]Sailed in through the foggy dew
[01:49.33]
[01:51.15]'Twas Britannia bade our Wild Geese go
[01:57.06]That small nations might be free
[02:00.71]
[02:02.70]But their lonely graves are by Sulva's waves
[02:08.72]Or the shore of the Great North Sea
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[02:14.34]Oh, had they died by Pearse's side
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[02:19.93]Or fought with Cathal Brugha
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[02:25.37]Their names we will keep where the fenians sleep
[02:30.92]'Neath the shroud of the foggy dew
[02:34.52]
[02:36.34]But the bravest fell, and the requiem bell
[02:41.85]Rang mournfully and clear
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[02:47.24]For those who died that Easter tide
[02:52.71]In the springing of the year
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[02:58.02]And the world did gaze, in deep amaze
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[03:03.27]At those fearless men, but few
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[03:08.43]Who bore the fight that freedom's light
[03:13.70]Might shine through the foggy dew