The Bold Fenian Men Songtext
von Cathy Jordan

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


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