[00:04.13]As down the glen one Easter morn
[00:07.77]To a city fair rode I
[00:11.61]There Ireland's lines of marching men
[00:15.54]In squadrons passed me by
[00:19.35]No fife did hum nor battle drum
[00:23.35]Did sound it's loud tattoo
[00:27.10]But the Angelus' bell o'er the Liffey swells
[00:31.19]Rang out through the foggy dew
[00:35.08]Right proudly high over Dublin Town
[00:38.67]They hung out the flag of war
[00:42.69]'Twas better to die 'neath an Irish sky
[00:46.64]Than at Suvla or Sud el Bar
[00:50.43]And from the plains of Royal Meath
[00:54.33]Strong men came hurrying through
[00:58.40]While Britannia's Huns, with their long range guns
[01:01.99]Sailed in through the foggy dew
[01:36.92]'Twas Britannia bade our Wild Geese go
[01:40.74]That small nations might be free
[01:44.64]But their lonely graves are by Suvla’s waves
[01:48.50]Or the shore of the Great North Sea
[01:52.33]Oh, had they died by Pearse‘s side
[01:56.14]Or fought with Cathal Brugha
[02:00.03]Their names we will keep where the fenians  sleep
[02:04.04]'Neath the shroud of the foggy dew
[02:38.91]But the bravest fell, and the requiem bell
[02:42.70]Rang mournfully and clear
[02:46.53]For those who died that Easter-tide
[02:50.37]In the springing of the year
[02:54.30]And the world did gaze with deep amaze,
[02:58.26]At those fearless men but few
[03:02.15]Who bore the fight that freedom's light
[03:05.93]Might shine through the foggy dew