| Lyrics: | DOWN BY THE GLENSIDE (BOLD FENIAN MEN)
'Twas down by the glenside, I met an old
woman
She was picking young nettles and she scarce saw me coming
I listened a while to the
song she was humming
Glory O, Glory O, to the bold Fenian men
'Tis 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 daydreaming
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
that their cause was a failure
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
@Irish
@rebel
sung by Judy Collins on Constant Sorrow
and by Clancy Bros on Bold Fenian
Man
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