'Twas down the glen one Easter morn To a city fair rode I When Ireland's line of marching men In squadron passed me by
Right proudly high over Dublin town They hung out a flag of war 'Twas better to die 'neath an Irish sky Than at Suvla or Sud el Bar
No pipe did hum, no battle drum Did sound its dread 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 a 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 Brittanials sons with their long-range guns Sailed in from the foggy dew
'Twas down the glen one Easter morn To a city fair rode I When Ireland's line of marching men In squadrons passed me by
But the Angelus bell o'er the Liffey's swell Rang out in the foggy dew But the Angelus bell o'er the Liffey's swell Rang out in the foggy dewTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.