'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 forms, 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 a stranger
And wise men have told us their cause was a failure
But they loved their old Ireland and 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
'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