Down by the GlensideA plucking young nettles, she ne'er saw me coming I listened awhile to the song she was humming Glory O, Glory O to the Bold Fenian Men 'Tis sixteen long years since I saw the moon beaming On brave manly forms and their eyes with hope gleaming I see them all now, sure in all my day dreaming Glory O, Glory O to the Bold Fenian Men Some died on the hillside, some died with the stranger And wise men have judged that their cause was a failure They fought for old Ireland and never feared danger Glory O, Glory O to the Bold Fenian Men I passed on my way, praised be 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 the Bold Fenian Men Glory O, Glory O to the Bold Fenian Men |