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As down the glen one Easter morn |
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To a city fair rode I. |
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There, armed lines of marching men, |
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In squadrons passed me by. |
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No pipe did hum, no battle drum |
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Did sound its loud tattoo |
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But the Angelus' bells o'er the Liffey swells |
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Rang out in the foggy dew. |
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Right proudly high in Dublin town |
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Hung they out a flag of war. |
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'Twas better to die 'neath an Irish sky |
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Than at Suvla or Sud el Bar. |
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And from the plains of Royal Meath |
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Strong men came hurrying through; |
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While Brittania's Huns with their long-range guns |
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Sailed in through the foggy dew. |
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The bravest fell, and the requiem bell |
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Rang mournfully and clear |
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For those who died that Easter-tide |
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In the springing of the year. |
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While the world did gaze with deep amaze |
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At those fearless men but few |
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Who bore the fight that freedom's light |
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Might shine through the foggy dew. |
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And back through the glen I rode again |
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And my heart with grief was sore |
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For I parted then with valiant men |
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Whom I never shall see more |
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But to and fro |
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In my dreams I go |
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And I kneel and pray for you |
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For slavery fled |
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Oh, glorious dead |
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When you fell in the foggy dew |
