Irish Folksongs The Bold Fenian Men Lyrics

The Bold Fenian Men Lyrics

'Twas down by the glenside, I met an old woman

She was picking young
nettles and she scarce saw me coming

I listened awhile 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
their eyes with hope gleaming

I see them again, sure, in all my
daydreaming

Glory O, Glory O, to the bold Fenian men



Some
died on the glenside, some died near a stranger

And wise men have told us
that their cause was a failure

They fought for old Ireland and they never
feared danger

Glory O, Glory O, to the bold Fenian men



I
passed on my way, God be praised that I met her

Be life long or short,
sure I'll never forget her

We may have brave men, but we'll never have
better

Glory O, Glory O, to the bold Fenian men