(Down By the Glenn) The Bold Fenian Men

It was down by the glenside I met an old woman

A-picking young nettles and she never 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 beaming

On strong manly forms and eyes with hope gleaming

I'll see them again in all my sad 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 and to die they were willing

Glory-o, Glory-o, to the bold fenian men

Some died by the glenside some died mae the 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

A life long or short sure I'll never forget her

We may have good men but we never had better

Glory-o, Glory-o, to the bold fenian men