The Wolfe Tones - Down By The Glenside
'Twas down by the Glenside IMet an old woman
A-pluckin' 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 fifty long years since I
Saw the moon beamin'
On strong manly forms and on
Eyes with hope gleamin' i see them again
Sure through all my sad dreamin'
Glory-o, glory-o to the bold fenian men
Some died by the glenside
Some died near the stranger
And wise men have told us
Their cause was a failure
But they stood by old Ireland
And 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
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