.'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.
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