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‘Twas down the glen one Easter morn
To a city fair rode I
There armoured ranks of marching men
In squadrons passed me by

No fife did hum, no battle drum
Did sound it's loud tattoo
But the Angelus bell o'er the Liffey swell
Rang out through the foggy dew

Right proudly high over Dublin town
They hung out the flag of war
It was better to die 'neath an Irish sky
Than at Suvla or Sud el Bar

And from the plains of Royal Meath
Strong men, they came hurrying through
While Brittania's huns with their long-range guns
Sailed on through the foggy dew

'Twas Britannia bade our wild geese go
That small nations might be free
But their lonely graves are by Suvla's waves
Or the shores of the grey 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

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

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