It Was down by the Glennside I met an old woman A' plucking young nettles She ne'er saw me coming I listened a while To the song she was hummin "Glory-oh, glory-oh, to the Bold Fenian Men"
"It Was many long years Since I saw the moon beaming On strong manly forms Their eyes with hope gleaming I'll see them again Through all my sad dreaming Glory-oh, glory-oh, to the Bold Fenian Men"
"Some died by the Glennside 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-oh, glory-oh, to the Bold Fenian Men"
I passed on my way Gods be praised that I met her Be life long or short I'll never forget her We may have brave men But we'll never have better Glory-oh, glory-oh, to the Bold Fenian Men Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
