Twas Down By The Glenside I Spied An Old Woman

She Was Pluckin' Young Nettles And She Scarce Saw Me Comin'

I Listened A While To The Song She Was Hummin'

Glory O Glory O To Our Bold Fenian Men



Tis Sixteen Long Years Since I Saw The Moon Beamin'

On Strong Manly Forms And Their Eyes Were Not Gleamin'

I See Them All Now, Sure In All My Daydreamin'

Glory O Glory O To Our Bold Fenian Men



Some Died On The Hillside, Some Died With A Stranger

And Wise Men Have Judged That Their Cause Was A Failure

They Fought For Their Freedom And They Never Feared Danger

Glory O Glory O To Our Bold Fenian Men



I Passed On My Way, Thanks To God That I Met Her

Be Life Long Or Short, Sure I'll Never Forget Her

There May Have Been Brave Men But They'll Never Be Better

Glory O Glory O To Our Bold Fenian Men