Bold Fenian Men

Twas down by the glenside I spied an old woman She was pluckin' young nettles and she scarce saw me comin' I listened a while to the song she was hummin' Glory O Glory O to our bold Fenian men 'Tis sixteen long years since I saw the moon beamin' On strong manly forms and their eyes were not gleamin' I see them all now, sure in all my daydreamin' Glory O Glory O to our bold Fenian men Some died on the hillside, some died with a stranger And wise men have judged that their cause was a failure They fought for their freedom and they never feared danger Glory O Glory O to our bold Fenian men I passed on my way, thanks to 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 our bold Fenian men