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As down the glen one Easter mornTo a city fair rode I,Their armed lines of marching menIn squadrons passed me by.No pipe did hum, no battle drumDid sound its loud tattooBut the Angelus' bells o'er the Liffey swellsRang out in the foggy dew.Right proudly high in Dublin townHung they out a flag of war.'Twas better to die 'neath an Irish skyThan at Suvla or Sud el Bar.And from the plains of Royal MeathStrong men came hurrying through;While Brittania's Huns with their long-range gunsSailed in through the foggy dew.The bravest fell, and the requiem bellRang mournfully and clearFor those who died that Easter-tideIn the springing of the year.While the world did gaze with deep amazeAt those fearless men but fewWho bore the fight that freedom's lightMight shine through the foggy dew.Letras de cancionesAnd back through the glen I rode againAnd my heart with grief was soreFor I parted then with valiant menWhom I never shall see moreBut to and froIn my dreams I go And I kneel and pray for youFor slavery fled Oh, glorious deadWhen you fell in the foggy dew From Letras Mania