Twas 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 humming Glory o glory o to the Bold Fenian Men 'Tis fifty long years since I saw the moon beamin' On strong many forms, and on eyes with hope gleamin' I see them again sure through all my sad dreamin' Glory o glory o to the Bold Fenian Men Some died by the glenside, some died mid 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 passed on my way, God be praised that I met her Be life long or short I will never forget her We may have great men but we'll never have better Glory o glory o to the Bold Fenian Men