'Twas down by the glenside, I spied an old woman
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She was plucking young nettles, she scarce saw me coming
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I listened a while to the song she was humming
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Glory O, Glory O to our bold Fenian men
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'Tis sixteen long years since I saw the moon beaming
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On strong manly forms and their eyes were hot gleaming
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I see them on a, sure, in all my daydreaming
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Glory O, Glory O to our bold Fenian men
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Some died on the hillside, some died with a stranger
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And wise men have judged that their cause was a failure
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They fought for their freedom and they never feared danger
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Glory O, Glory O to our bold Fenian men
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I passed on my way, thanks to God that I met her
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Be life long or short sure I'll never forget her
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There may have been brave men but they'll never be better
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Glory O, Glory O to our bold Fenian men
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Bold Fenian Men
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| Judy Collins |
