"Down By The Glenside" lyrics

'Twas down by the Glenside I met an old woman
A-pluckin' 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 manly 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 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 passed on 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