The Bold Fenian Men

't Was down by the glenside, I met an old woman
A-picking young nettles, she scare saw me coming
I listened a while to the song she was humming
Glory O, Glory O, to the bold Fenian men!

't Is fifty long years since I saw the moon beaming
On strong manly forms and their eyes with hope gleaming
I see them again, sure in all my day dreaming
Glory O, Glory O, to the bold Fenian men!

When I was a young girl, their marching and drilling
Awoke in the glenside, sounds awesome and thrilling
They loved dear old Ireland, to die they were willing
Glory O, Glory O, to the bold Fenian men!

Some died down the glenside, some died near a stranger
And wise men have told us, their cause was a failure
But they fought for old Ireland and they never feared danger
Glory O, Glory O, to the bold Fenian men!

I passed on my way, God, be praised that I met her
Be life long or short, sure I'll never forget her
We may have brave men, but we'll never have better
Glory O, Glory O, to the bold Fenian men!



Credits
Writer(s): Traditional, Dominic Behan
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