[00:15.000]As down the glen one Easter morn
[00:21:000]To a city fair rode I,
[00:27.000]There armed lines of marching men
[00:34:000]In squadrons passed me by.
[00:40.000]No pipe did hum, no battle drum
[00:46.500]Did sound its loud tattoo
[00:52.500]But the Angelus' bells o'er the Liffey swells
[00:58.000]Rang out in the foggy dew.
[01:04.000]Right proudly high in Dublin town
[01:10.500]Hung they out a flag of war.
[01:16.000]'Twas better to die 'neath an Irish sky
[01:21.500]Than at Suvla or Sud el Bar.
[01:27.500]And from the plains of Royal Meath
[01:34.000]Strong men came hurrying through;
[01:39.500]While Brittania's Huns with their long-range guns
[01:45.500]Sailed in through the foggy dew.
[01:51:000]The bravest fell, and the requiem bell
[01:57:000]Rang mournfully and clear
[02:02.000]For those who died that Easter-tide
[02:05.000]In the springing of the year.
[02:09.000]While the world did gaze with deep amaze
[02:13.000]At those fearless men but few
[02:21.000]Who bore the fight that freedom's light
[02:28.000]Might shine through the foggy dew.
[02:36:000]And back through the glen I rode again
[02:40.000]And my heart with grief was sore
[02:45.000]For I parted then with valiant men
[02:50.000]Whom I never shall see more
[02:56.000]But to and fro  in my dreams I go
[03:04:000]And I kneel and pray for you
[03:08.000]To for slavery fled  oh, glorious dead
[03:13.000]When you fell in the foggy dew