Down by the Glenside
Author: Peadar Kearney

'Twas down by the glenside I met an old woman
a pluckin' young nettles she ne'er saw me comin'
I listened a while to the song she was hummin'
Glory-O, Glory O to the Bold Fenian Men

When I was a young girl their marchin & Drillin
awoke in the glen sound awesome & thrillin
they loved poor old Ireland & to die they were willin
Glory-O, Glory O to the Bold Fenian Men

It's 50 long years since I saw the moon beamin
on strong manly forms & on eyes with hope gleamin
sure I seen them again through all my day dreamin
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 sure I'll never forget her
we may have great men but we'll never have better
Glory-O, Glory O to the Bold Fenian Men