[Verse 1]
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 pipe did hum no battle drum did sound its loud tattoo
But the Angelus Bells o'er the Liffey's swell rang out in the foggy dew

[Verse 2]
Right proudly high in Dublin Town hung they out a flag of war
'Twas better to die 'neath an Irish sky than at Sulva or Sud El Bar
And from the plains of Royal Meath strong men came hurrying through
While Britannia's Huns, with their long range guns sailed through in the foggy dew

[Verse 3]
The bravest fell, and the Rеquiem bell rang mournfully and clear
For thosе who died that Eastertide in the springing 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

[Verse 4]
And 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 no more
But to and fro in my dreams I go and I kneel and pray for you
For slavery fled, O glorious dead, when you fell in the foggy dew