As 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 bell o’er the Liffey it did swell
And rang out in the foggy, foggy dew

Right proudly high in Dublin town
They hung out the flag of war
For ’twas better to die ‘neath an Irish sky
Than at Suvla or Sud el Bar

And from the plains of Royal Meath
Strong men came hurryin' through
While Brittania’s huns with their long range guns
Sailed in through the foggy, foggy dew

There the bravest fell, and the requiem bell
Rang mournfully and clear
For those that died on that Easter tide
In the springtime of the year

While the world did gaze with deep amaze
At those fearless men, and few
Who bore the fight that freedom’s light
Might shine in through the foggy, foggy dew
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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 no more

But to and fro in my dreams I go and
And I kneel and pray for you
For slavery fled, from our valiant dead
When they fell in the foggy, foggy dew