Cathy Jordan - The Bold Fenian Men lyrics

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T'was 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 huming

Glory o glory o, to the bold fenian man

It's fifty long years

Since I saw the moon beaming

A strong mainly force

There eyes with hope gleaming

I see then again

Through all my sad dreaming

Glory o glory o, to the bold fenian man

Some died by the hillside

Some died with the stranger

And wise man have told us

They cause was a failure

But they love they old Ireland

And they never feel danger

Glory o glory o, to the bold fenian man

I passed on my way

God be praysed that I met her

Be life long or short

I will never forget her

We may have brave man

But we'll never have better

Glory o glory o, to the bold fenian man

T'was 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 huming

Glory o glory o, to the bold fenian man