[00:15.37]As down the glen one Easter morn
[00:24.75]To a city fair rode I.
[00:33.37]There, armed lines of marching men,
[00:42.13]In squadrons passed me by.
[00:49.47]No pipe did hum, no battle drum
[00:58.45]Did sound its loud tattoo
[01:08.82]But the Angelus' bells o'er the Liffey swells
[01:20.59]Rang out in the foggy dew.
[01:33.80]Right proudly high in Dublin town
[01:39.06]Hung they out a flag of war.
[01:44.33]'Twas better to die 'neath an Irish sky
[01:49.59]Than at Suvla or Sud el Bar.
[01:55.33]And from the plains of Royal Meath
[02:00.51]Strong men came hurrying through;
[02:05.97]While Brittania's Huns with their long-range guns
[02:11.42]Sailed in through the foggy dew.
[02:27.94]The bravest fell, and the requiem bell
[02:32.98]Rang mournfully and clear
[02:38.34]For those who died that Easter-tide
[02:43.63]In the springing of the year.
[02:48.73]While the world did gaze with deep amaze
[02:54.16]At those fearless men but few
[02:59.32]Who bore the fight that freedom's light
[03:04.75]Might shine through the foggy dew.
[03:10.38]
[03:51.18]And back through the glen I rode again
[04:05.45]And my heart with grief was sore
[04:15.10]For I parted then with valiant men
[04:24.77]Whom I never shall see more
[04:33.18]But to and fro
[04:37.69]In my dreams I go
[04:42.00]And I kneel and pray for you
[04:52.38]For slavery fled
[04:58.36]Oh, glorious dead
[05:07.19]When you fell in the foggy dew