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Uploaded on Feb 16, 2008
Song about the Easter Rising in Dublin 1916
As down the glen one Easter morn to a city fair rode I Their Armed lines of marching men in squadrons passed me by No pipes did hum no battle drum did sound it's loud tatoo But the Angelus bell o'er the Liffey swell rang out through the foggy dew
Right proudly high over Dublin Town they flung out the flag of war 'Twas better to die 'neath an Irish sky than at Sulva or Sud El Bar And from the plains of Royal Meath strong men came hurrying through While Britannia's Huns, with their long range guns sailed in through the foggy dew
'Twas England bade our Wild Geese go that small nations might be free But their lonely graves are by Sulva's waves or the fringe of the Great 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 the bravest fell, and the requiem bell rang mournfully and clear For those who died that Easter tide in the spring time of the year While the world did gaze, in deep amaze, at those fearless men but few Who bore the fight that freedom's light might shine through the foggy dew
Back through the glen I rode again and my heart with grief was sore For I parted with those valiant men whom I never shall see more But to and fro in my dreams I go and I'd kneel and pray for you, For slavery fled, O glorious dead, When you fell in the foggy dew.