1. As
down the glen one Easter morn
Am Dm Am
To a city fair rode I.
Am G
Em
There armed lines of marching men
Am Dm Am
In squadrons passed me by.
C G C
No pipe did hum nor battle drum
Am Em Am
Did sound it´s dread tattoo,
Am G Em
But the Angelus bell o´er the Liffey swell
Am Dm Am
Rang out through the foggy dew.
2. 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 trough,
While Britannia´s huns with their great big
guns
Sailed in trough the foggy dew.
3. It was England bade our Wild Geese go,
That small nation might be free.
But their lonely graves are by Suvla´s waves
Or the shore of the great North Sea.
Oh had they died by Pearse´s side
Or had fought with Cathal Brugha.
Their names we would keep where the Fenians
sleep,
´Neath the shroud of the foggy dew.
4. But the bravest fell and the requiem bell
Rang mournfully and clear
For those who died that Eastertide
In the springtime of the year.
And 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.
5. Ah,
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'n more
But to and fro in my dreams I go
And I kneel and pray for you
For slavery fled thy glorious dead,
When you fell in the foggy dew.