The Dubliners - Down By The Glenside lyrics

'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

It's fifty long years since I
Saw the moon beamin' on strong, manly forms
Their eyes with hope gleamin'
I see them again through all my sad dreaming
Glory-o, glory-o, to the bold fenian men

Some died by the hillside
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-o glory-o, to the bold fenian men

I passed on my way
God be praised that I met her
Be life long or short
I will never forget her
We may have brave men
But we'll never have better
Glory-o, glory-o, to the bold fenian men

'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