[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.

'Twas down the glen one Easter morn
To a city fair rode I.
When Ireland's line of marching men
In squadrons passed me by.
No pipe did hum, no battle drum
Did sound its dread tattoo
But the Angelus bell o'er the Liffey's swell
Rang out in the foggy dew.
Right proudly high over Dublin town
They hung out a flag of war.
'Twas better to die 'neath an Irish sky
Than at Suvla or Sudal Bar.
And from the plains of Royalmeath
Strong men came hurrying through;
While Brittania's sons with their long-range guns
Sailed in from the foggy dew.
And 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, oh glorious dead
When you fell in the foggy dew.