't Was down by the Glennside

I met an old woman

A' plucking young nettles

She ne'er saw me coming

I listened a while

To the song she was hummin

"Glory-oh, glory-oh, to the Bold Fenian Men"

" 't Was many long years

Since I saw the moon beaming

On strong manly forms

Their eyes with hope gleaming

I'll see them again

Through all my sad dreaming

Glory-oh, glory-oh, to the Bold Fenian Men"

"Some died by the Glennside

Some died with a stranger

And wise men have told us

Their cause was a failure

But they loved their old Ireland

And they never feared danger

Glory-oh, glory-oh, to the Bold Fenian Men"

I passed on my way

Gods be praised that I met her

Be life long or short

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