[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