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 pipe did hum nor battle drum did sound it's loud tattoo
But the Angelus Bell o'er the Liffey's swell rang out through the foggy dew

Right proudly high in Dublin Town hung they out the flag of war
'Twas better to die 'neath an Irish sky than at Suvla or Sedd el Bahr
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

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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

As 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 kneel and pray for you,
For slavery fled, O glorious dead, when you fell in the foggy dew