Down By The Glenside

'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