.As down by 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 nor battle drum
did sound its loud tattoo.
But the Angelus bell o'er the Liffey swell
rang out through the foggy dew.
Right proud.
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