Down By The Glenside

Lyrics

'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 forms, their eyes with hope gleamin' I see them again through all my sad dreaming Glory-o, glory-o, to the bold fenian men Some died by the hillside, some died with a 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 '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