Down By The Glenside

'Twas down by the Glenside I met an old womanA plucking young nettles she ne'er saw me comingI listened a while to the song she was hummingGlory o glory o to the Bold Fenian MenIt's fifty long years since I saw the moon beaminOn strong manly force, their eyes with hope gleaminI see them again through all my sad dreaminGlory o glory o to the Bold Fenian MenSome died by the hillside, some died with the strangerAnd wise men have told us their cause was a failureBut they loved their old Ireland and they never fearedDangerGlory o glory o to the Bold Fenian MenI passed on my way, God be praised that I met herBe life long or short, I will never forget herWe may have brave men but we'll never have betterGlory o glory o to the Bold Fenian MenRepeat