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 pa**ed 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