Down by the Glenside - Jim McCann

'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

'Tis many long years since I saw the moon beaming

On strong manly forms and their eyes with hope gleaming

I’ll see them again, through all my sad dreams

Glory O, Glory O, to the bold Fenian men

Some died by the glenside, some died near a stranger

And wise men have told us that 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, Gods 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