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 pipes did hum, no battle drum 
did sound its loud tattoo 
But the Angelus Bell o'er the Liffey swell 
rang out in the Foggy Dew. 
But the bravest fell, and the requiem bell 
rang mournfully and clear 
For those who died that watertide 
in the springtime of the year 
While the world did gaze, with deep amaze, 
at those fearless men, but few 
Who bore the fight that Freedom's light 
might shine through the Foggy Dew. 
Ah, 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 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
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