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 bell o er the liffey s swell rang out in the foggy dew right proudly high over dublin town they hung out the flag of war twas better to die neath an irish sky than at suvla 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 in through the foggy dew twas england bade our wild geese go that small nations might be free their lonely graves are by suvla s waves or the fringe of the great north sea oh had they died by pearse s side or fought with cathal brugha their names we d keep where the fenians sleep neath the shroud of the foggy dew oh the bravest fell and the requiem bell rang mournfully and clear for those who died that eastertide in the spring time of the year while the world did gaze in deep amaze at those fearless men but few who bore the fight that freedom s light might shine through the foggy dew back through the glen i rode again my heart with grief was sore for i parted with those valiant men that i ll never see 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 dew5