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'Twas 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 tattoo

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

Right proudly high over Dublin Town they hung 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

O' the night fell black and the rifles' crack

Made «Perfidious Albion» reel.

'Neath the leaden rail, seven tongues of flame

Did shine o’er the lines of steel.

By each shining blade a prayer was said

That to Ireland her sons be true,

And when morning broke still the war flag shook

Out its fold in the foggy dew

'Twas Britannia bade our Wild Geese go that small nations might be free

But their lonely graves are by Suvla’s waves or the shore of the Great North Sea

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

Their names we will 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 Eastertide in the springing of the year

And the world did gaze, in 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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