[00:00.00]'Twas down the glen one Easter morn[01:01.32]To a city fair rode I.[01:05.19]When Ireland's line of marching men[01:13.02]In squadrons passed me by.[01:18.39]No pipe did hum, no battle drum[01:23.82]Did sound its dread tattoo[01:28.77]But the Angelus bell o'er the Liffey's swell[01:33.63]Rang out in the foggy dew.[01:38.64]Right proudly high over Dublin town[01:42.99]They hung out a flag of war.[01:47.58]'Twas better to die 'neath an Irish sky[01:52.08]Than at Suvla or Sudal Bar.[01:56.46]And from the plains of Royalmeath[02:01.14]Strong men came hurrying through;[02:05.70]While Brittania's sons with their long-range guns[02:10.23]Sailed in from the foggy dew.[02:15.21]And back through the glen I rode again[02:19.59]And my heart with grief was sore[02:24.03]For I parted then with valiant men[02:27.69]Whom I never shall see more[02:32.91]But to and fro in my dreams I go[02:37.83]And I kneel and pray for you[02:42.18]For slavery fled, oh glorious dead[02:46.83]When you fell in the foggy dew.