Down by the Glenside Songtext
von Wolfe Tones

′Twas down by the glen side 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

′Tis fifty long years since I saw the moon beaming
On strong manly forms and on eyes with hope gleaming
I see them again sure through all my sad dreaming


Glory-o, glory-o to the bold Fenian men

Some died by the glen side, some died near the stranger
And wise men have told us their cause was a failure
But they stood by old Ireland and never feared danger

Glory-o, glory-o to the bold Fenian men

I pass by 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