Bold Fenian Men

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



She was plucking young nettles, she scarce saw me coming



I listened a while to the song she was humming



Glory O, Glory O to our bold Fenian men



'Tis sixteen long years since I saw the moon beaming



On strong manly forms and their eyes were hot gleaming



I see them on a, sure, in all my daydreaming



Glory O, Glory O to our bold Fenian men



Some died on the hillside, some died with a stranger



And wise men have judged that their cause was a failure



They fought for their freedom and they never feared danger



Glory O, Glory O to our bold Fenian men



I passed on my way, thanks to God that I met her



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



There may have been brave men but they'll never be better



Glory O, Glory O to our bold Fenian men