Omnia - The Bold Fenian Men 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

'Tis many long years since I
Saw the moon beaming
On strong manly forms and their
Eyes with hope gleaming i'll see them again
Through all my sad dreams
Glory O, Glory O, to the bold Fenian men

Some died by the glenside
Some died near a stranger
And wise men have told us that
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
Gods 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 O, Glory O, to the bold Fenian men