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As down the glen one Easter morn to a city fair rode I

There Armed lines of marching men in squadrons passed me by

No fife did hum nor battle drum did sound it’s dread tatoo

But the Angelus bell o’er the Liffey swell rang out through the foggy dew

Right proudly high over Dublin town, they flung out the 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 Britannia’s huns with their long range guns sailed in through 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 or the fringe of the great North

Sea

O, had they died by Pearse’s side, or had fought with Cathal Brugha

Their names we’d keep where the Fenians sleep, 'neath the shroud of the foggy

dew

But the bravest fell and the requiem bell rang mournfully and clear

For those who died that watertide in the springtime of the year

While the world did gaze with deep amazeat 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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