Down By The Glenside Songtext / Lyric

Down By The Glenside

´Twas down by the glenside
I met an old woman
She was picking young nettles
and she scarce 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 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 neverf eared 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