[Intro]
[Verse]
Twas down by the glenside, I met an old woman
A-plucking young nettles, nor saw I was coming
I listened awhile to the song she was humming
Glory O, Glory O, to the bold Fenian men
[Verse]
Tis fifty long years since I saw the moon beaming
And strong manly forms, and their eyes with hope gleaming
I see them again, sure, through all my days dreaming
Glory O, Glory O, to the bold Fenian men
[Verse]
When I was a colleen, their marching and drilling
Awoke by the glenside, sounds awesome and thrilling
But they loved dear old Ireland, and to die they were willing
Glory O, Glory O, to the bold Fenian men
[Verse]
Some died by the glenside, some died amid strangers
And wise men have told us their cause was a failure
But they stood by old Ireland and never feared danger
Glory O, Glory O, to the bold Fenian men
[Verse]
I passed on my way, god be praised that I met her
Be life long or short, I shall never forget her
And we may have great men, but we ll never have better
Glory O, Glory O, to the bold Fenian men