I was down the glen one Easter morn   To a city fair rode I   There armed lines of marching men   In squadrons passed me by      No pipe did hum   No battle drum did sound its loud tattoo   But the Angelus Bells o'er the Liffey swells   Rang out in the foggy dew      Right proudly high in Dublin town   Hung they out a flag of war   'Twas better to die 'neath that Irish sky   Than at Sulva or Sud el Bar      And from the plains of Royal Meath   Strong men came hurrying through   While Brittania's Huns with their long range guns   Sailed in through the foggy dew      Their bravest fell and the requiem bell   Rang mournfully and clear   For those who died that Eastertide in the   Springing of the year      While the world did gaze with deep amaze   At those fearless men but few   Who bore the fight that freedom's light   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 valiant men   Whom I never shall see n'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