The Bold Fenian Men
It was down by the glenside, I met an old woman
A-pickin' young nettles and she ne'er saw me comin'
I listened awhile to the song she was hummin'
Glory O, Glory O, to the bold Fenian men
'Tis fifty long years since I saw the moon beaming
On strong manly forms and eyes with hope gleaming
I see them again in all my sad dreaming
Glory O, Glory O, to the bold Fenian men
Some died on the glenside, some died near a stranger
And wise men have told us their cause was a failure
They loved dear old Ireland, they never feared danger
Glory O, Glory O, to the bold Fenian men
I went on my way, God be praised that I met her
Be life long or short, sure I'll never forget her
We may have good men, but we'll never have better
Glory O, Glory O, to the bold Fenian men
