Down by the Glenside Songtext
von Brigid Mae Power

′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...