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'Twas down the glen one Easter morn

To a city fair rode I

When armed line of marching men

In squadrons passed me by

No pipes did hum, no battle drum

Did sound its loud tattoo

But the Angelus bell o’er the Liffey’s swell

Rang out in the foggy dew

Right proudly high over Dublin town

They hung out a flag of war

'Twas better to die 'neath an Irish sky

Than at Suvla or Sud el Bar

And from the plains of Royal Meath

Strong men came hurrying through;

While Brittania’s huns with their great big guns

Sailed in through the foggy dew

O' the night fell black and the rifles' crack

Made «Perfidious Abion» reel

'Mid the leaden rail, seven tongues of flame

Did shine o’er the lines of steel

By each shining blade a prayer was siad

That to Ireland her sons be true

And when morning broke still the war flag shook

Out its fold in the foggy dew

'Twas England bade our wild geese go

That small nations might be free

But their lonely graves are by Suvla’s waves

On the fringe of the gray North Sea

But had they died by Pearse’s side

Or fought with Cathal Brugha

Their names we’d keep where the Fenians sleep

'Neath the shroud of the foggy dew

The bravest fell, and the solemn bell

Rang mournfully and clear

For those who died that Watertide

In the springing of the year

And the world did gaze with deep amaze

At those fearless men, but few

Who bore the fight that freedom’s light

Might shine through the foggy dew

Ah, back through the glen I rode again

And my heart with grief was sore

For I parted then with valiant men

Whom I never shall see more

But to and fro in my dreams I go and

I’d kneel and pray for you

For slavery fled, O glorious dead, when

You fell in the foggy dew

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