Testo Bold Fenian Men

Twas down by the glenside I spied an old woman

She was pluckin? young nettles and 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 not 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