Bold Fenian Men

Twas down by the glenside I spied an old woman

She was pluckin' young nettles and she scarce saw me comin'

I listened a while to the song she was hummin'

Glory O Glory O to our bold Fenian men

'Tis sixteen long years since I saw the moon beamin'

On strong manly forms and their eyes were not gleamin'

I see them all now sure in all my daydreamin'

Glory O Glory O to our bold Fenian men

Some died on the hillside some died with a stranger

And wise men have judged that their cause was a failure

They fought for their freedom and they never feared danger

Glory O Glory O to our bold Fenian men

I passed on my way thanks to God that I met her

Be life long or short sure I'll never forget her

There may have been brave men but they'll never be better

Glory O Glory O to our bold Fenian men