[00:16.16]As down the glen one Easter morn[00:21.55][00:22.45]To a city fair rode I[00:27.74][00:28.35]There Armed lines of marching men[00:33.98][00:34.80]In squadrons passed me by[00:38.49][00:40.52]No fife did hum nor battle drum[00:46.01][00:46.66]Did sound it's dread tattoo[00:49.84][00:52.39]But the Angelus bell o'er the Liffey swell[00:57.80][00:58.55]Rang out through the foggy dew[01:02.41][01:04.29]Right proudly high over Dublin Town[01:10.46]They hung out the flag of war[01:14.22][01:16.19]'Twas better to die 'neath an Irish sky[01:21.48][01:22.15]Than at Sulva or Sud El Bar[01:26.28][01:28.08]And from the plains of Royal Meath[01:33.31][01:33.91]Strong men came hurrying through[01:37.94][01:39.57]While Britannia's Huns, with their long range guns[01:45.51]Sailed in through the foggy dew[01:49.33][01:51.15]'Twas Britannia bade our Wild Geese go[01:57.06]That small nations might be free[02:00.71][02:02.70]But their lonely graves are by Sulva's waves[02:08.72]Or the shore of the Great North Sea[02:12.37][02:14.34]Oh, had they died by Pearse's side[02:19.30][02:19.93]Or fought with Cathal Brugha[02:23.61][02:25.37]Their names we will keep where the fenians sleep[02:30.92]'Neath the shroud of the foggy dew[02:34.52][02:36.34]But the bravest fell, and the requiem bell[02:41.85]Rang mournfully and clear[02:45.49][02:47.24]For those who died that Easter tide[02:52.71]In the springing of the year[02:56.07][02:58.02]And the world did gaze, in deep amaze[03:02.61][03:03.27]At those fearless men, but few[03:06.43][03:08.43]Who bore the fight that freedom's light[03:13.70]Might shine through the foggy dew