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[Verse]
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As down the glen one Easter morn to a city fair rode I
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There armoured lines of marching men in squadrons passed me by
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No fife did hum nor battle drum did sound it's dread tatoo
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But the Angelus bell o'er the Liffey swell rang out through the foggy dew

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Right proudly high over Dublin town, they flung out the flag of war
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'Twas better to die 'neath an Irish sky than at Suvla or Sud El Bar
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And from the plains of Royal Meath strong men came hurrying through
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While Britannia's huns with their long range guns sailed in through the foggy dew

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'Twas Britannia bade our Wild Geese go that small Nations might be free
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But their lonely graves are by Suvla's waves or the fringe of the great North Sea
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O, had they died by Pearse's side, or had fought with Cathal Brugha
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Then their names we'd keep where the Fenians sleep, 'neath the shroud of the foggy dew

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But the bravest fell and the requiem bell rang mournfully and clear
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For those who died that eastertide in the springtime of the year
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The world did gaze with deep amaze at those fearless men, but few
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Who bore the fight so that freedom's light might shine through the foggy dew

[Bridge]
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Ah, back through the glen I rode again and my heart with grief was sore
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For I parted then with valiant men whom I never shall see no more
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But to and fro in my dreams I go and I'd kneel and pray for you
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For slavery fled, o' the glorious dead, when you fell in the foggy dew