[00:09.29]As down the glen one Easter morn
[00:13.37]To a city fair rode I
[00:17.77]There armored lines of marching men
[00:21.93]In squadrons passed me by
[00:26.27]No pipes did hum, no battle drum
[00:30.52]Did sound its loud tattoo
[00:34.71]But the Angelu's bell o'er the Liffey's swell
[00:39.50]Rang out in the foggy dew
[00:43.71]Right proudly high over Dublin town
[00:47.87]They flung out the flag of war
[00:52.05]'Twas better to die 'neath an Irish sky
[00:56.44]Than at Suvla or Sud el Bar
[01:00.52]And from the plains of Royal Meath
[01:05.04]Strong men came hurrying through;
[01:09.13]While Brittania's Huns with their long-range guns
[01:13.63]Sailed in through the foggy dew
[01:26.41]'Twas England bade our Wild Geese go
[01:30.80]That small nations might be free
[01:35.06]But their lonely graves are by Suvla's waves
[01:39.32]On the fringe of the great North Sea
[01:43.41]Oh had they died by Pearse's side
[01:47.95]Or fought with Cathal Brugha
[01:52.16]Their names we'd keep where the Fenians sleep
[01:56.54]'Neath the shroud of the foggy dew
[02:00.84]Oh the bravest fell and the requiem bell
[02:05.31]Rang mournfully and clear
[02:09.10]For those who died that Eastertide
[02:13.56]In the spring time of the year
[02:17.75]While the world did gaze with deep amaze
[02:21.97]At those fearless men but few
[02:26.33]Who bore the fight that the freedom's light
[02:30.60]Might shine through the foggy dew
[02:43.71]Back through the glen I rode again
[02:48.31]My heart with grief was sore
[02:52.24]For I parted with those valiant men
[02:56.70]That I'll never see no more
[03:00.83]But to and fro in my dreams I go
[03:05.20]And I'd kneel and pray for you
[03:09.54]For slavery fled O glorious dead
[03:14.68]When you fell in the Foggy Dew

As down the glen one Easter morn
To a city fair rode I
There armored lines of marching men
In squadrons passed me by
No pipes did hum, no battle drum
Did sound its loud tattoo
But the Angelu's bell o'er the Liffey's swell
Rang out in 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 Suvla 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
'Twas England bade our Wild Geese go
That small nations might be free
But their lonely graves are by Suvla's waves
On the fringe of the great North Sea
Oh had they died by Pearse's side
Or fought with Cathal Brugha
Their names we'd 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 Eastertide
In the spring time of the year
While the world did gaze with deep amaze
At those fearless men but few
Who bore the fight that the freedom's light
Might shine through the foggy dew
Back through the glen I rode again
My heart with grief was sore
For I parted with those valiant men
That I'll never see no 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