'Twas down by the glenside, I met an old woman A plucking young nettles, she never saw me coming I listened a while to the song she was humming Glory-oh, Glory-oh to the bold Fenian men ♪ It's 50 long years since I saw the moon beaming On strong manly forms and eyes with hope gleaming I see them again, sure, in all my sad dreaming Glory-oh, Glory-oh to the bold Fenian men ♪ When I was a young girl, they're marching and drilling Oh, oak in the glenside seems awesome and thrilling They loved dear old Ireland to die, they were willing Glory-oh, Glory-oh to the bold Fenian men ♪ Some died by the hillside, some died near a stranger And wise men have told us, their cause was a failure They fought for old Ireland and they never feared danger Glory-oh, Glory-oh to the bold Fenian men, mm Hmm... ♪ 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-oh, Glory-oh to the bold Fenian men Glory-oh, Glory-oh to the bold Fenian men, mm Hmm...