Letras
Full stone the glen one Easter morn
To a city fair rode I
When Ireland's lines of marching men
In squadrons passed me by
No pipe did heave, no battle drum
Did sound its loud tattoo
But the Angelus bell o'er the Liffey's swell
Rang out through the foggy dew
Right boldly high over Dublin town
They flung out a flag of war
'Twas better to die 'neath an Irish sky
Than at Suvla, Sud-el-Bar
When from the plains of Royal Meath
Strong men came hurrying through
While the English huns with their long-range guns
Sailed in through the foggy dew
But the bravest fell and the requiem bell
Rang mournfully loud and clear
For those who died that Eastertide
In the springtime of their years
While the world did gaze with deep amaze
At these fearless men and true
Who bore the fight that freedom's light
Might shine on the foggy dew
Who bore the fight that freedom's light
Might shine on the foggy dew