Judy Collins - Bold Fenian Men Lyrics
'Twas down by the glenside, I spied an old womanShe was plucking young nettles, she scarce saw me comingI listened a while to the song she was hummingGlory O, Glory O to our bold Fenian men'Tis sixteen long years since I saw the moon beamingOn strong manly forms and their eyes were hot gleamingI see them on a, sure, in all my daydreamingGlory O, Glory O to our bold Fenian menSome died on the hillside, some died with a strangerAnd wise men have judged that their cause was a failureThey fought for their freedom and they never feared dangerGlory O, Glory O to our bold Fenian menI passed on my way, thanks to God that I met herBe life long or short sure I'll never forget herThere may have been brave men but they'll never be betterGlory O, Glory O to our bold Fenian men