'Twas down by the Glenside I met an old woman A plucking young nettles she ne'er saw me coming I listened a while to the song she was humming Glory o glory o to the Bold Fenian Men
It's fifty long years since I saw the moon beamin' On strong manly force, their eyes with hope gleamin' I see them again through all my sad dreamin' Glory o glory o to the Bold Fenian Men
Some died by the hillside, some died with the stranger And wise men have told us their cause was a failure But they loved their 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, I will never forget her We may have brave men but we'll never have better Glory o glory o to the Bold Fenian Men
