'Twas down the glen one Easter morn
to a city fair rode I 
Those armoured lines of marching men
in squadrons passed me by
No pipe did hum nor battle drum
did sound it's dread tattoo
But the Angelus bell o'er the Liffey swell 
rang out of the foggy dew

Right proudly high over Dublin Town
lay hung out the flag of war
'Twas better to die 'neath an Irish sky
than at Sulva or Sud El Bar
And from the plains of Royal Meath
strong men came hurrying through
While the Britannia's Huns, with their long range guns
sailed out o'er the foggy dew 

'Twas England bade our Wild Geese go
that small nations might be free
But their lonely graves are by Sulva's waves
On the fringe 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 as the requiem bell
rang mournfully and clear
For those who died that Eastertide
in the spring time of the year
And the world did gaze, with deep amaze, 
at those fearless men, but few
Who bore the fight so that freedom's light
might shine through the foggy dew

Who bore the fight so that freedom's light
might shine through the foggy dew

might shine through the foggy dew

And back through the glen I rode again
and my heart with grief was sore
for I parted then with dying men
whom I never will so no more
but to and fro' in my dreams I go
and I kneel and pray for you
for slavery fled the glorious dead
when you fell in the foggy dew




Thanks to noah vessenmeyer for these lyrics

                          Thanks to Lerm piece for correcting these lyrics

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