[00:42.18]Oh  down the glen I went one morn
[00:56.21]To a city there rode I
[01:07.99]There Ireland's lines of marchin' men
[01:21.81]In squadrons passed me by
[01:33.28]No pipe did hum  nor no battle drum
[01:40.37]Did send it straight and true
[01:46.72]Nor the Angelus bell o'er the Liffey swell
[01:59.72]Rang out in the foggy dew
[02:10.98]Right proudly high over Dublin town
[02:24.44]They hung out the flag of war
[02:35.68]For 'twas better to die 'neath a Dublin sky
[02:49.18]Than at Suvla or Sud-el-bar
[03:00.60]And from the plains of Royal Meath
[03:07.54]Strong men came hurryin' through
[03:13.71]For Britannia's sons
[03:21.02]With their long-range guns
[03:26.96]Sailed in through the foggy dew
[03:38.71]The bravest fell  and the solemn bell
[03:52.15]Rang mournfully and clear
[04:03.85]For those that died that Eastertide
[04:17.39]In the springtime of the year
[04:28.53]The world could gaze with deep amaze
[04:35.42]At those fairest men but true
[04:41.86]Who bore the fight that freedom's light
[04:54.71]Might shine through the foggy dew