Down by the Glenside

[Verse 1]
'Twas down by the glenside, I met an old woman
A-plucking young nettles, she ne'er saw me coming
I listened a while to the song she was humming
Glory O, Glory O, to the bold Fenian men

[Verse 2]
When I was a young girl, their marching and drilling
Awoke in the glenside sounds awesome and thrilling
They loved dear old Ireland, and to die they were willing
Glory O, Glory O, to the bold Fenian men

[Verse 3]
Some died by the glenside, some died by a stranger
And wise men have told us that their cause was a failure
But they love thee old Ireland sure they never feared danger
Glory O, Glory O, to the bold Fenian men

[Verse 4]
I went on my way, God be praised that I met her
Be life long or short, sure I'll never forget her
Though we may have brave men, still we'll never have better
Glory O, Glory O, to the bold Fenian men