Bold Fenian Men Songtext
von Judy Collins

′Twas down by the glenside I spied an old woman
She was pluckin' young nettles, she scarce saw me comin′
I listened a while to the song she was hummin'
"Glory O, Glory O to our bold Fenian men"


"'Tis sixteen long years since I saw the moon beamin′
On strong manly forms and their eyes were hot gleamin′
I see them all now, sure in all my daydreamin'
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