It was down the glen One Easter morn' to a city fair o'day An Ireland line of a-marching men in squadrons passed me by No pipe did hum, no bell drum did sound this dreaded tune But the angels' bell down Olympus well rang out in a foggy dew Ride proudly high over Dublin, down they hang out a flag of war For it's better to dine in an Irish sky than at Suvla or Sudalbar And from the plains of a royal mead strong men came hurrying through While redanious hounds with a long range guns sailed in through the foggy dew Instrumental It was England's bade our wild geese go that small nations might be free Their lonely graves are by Suvla's swathes on a fringe of the great old sea But should they die by Percy's side or fought with Valera too Their graves we'd keep where the Fenians sleep in the mounds of the foggy dew The bravest fell and the solemn bell rang morn folly and clear For those who died at Easter's side in a springing of the year And a world did gaze in deep amaze all those fearless men and crew Who bore the fight so that freedom's light might shine through the foggy dew Instrumental Thank you for watching!
