Down By The Glenside
(Peadar Kearney)
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'Twas down by the glenside I met an old woman,
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A-plucking young nettles, nor saw I was coming.
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I listened awhile to the song she was humming,
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Glory -o, Glory-o, to the Bold Fenian Men.
'Tis sixteen long years since I saw the moon beaming
On brave manly forms, and their eyes were heart gleaming.
I see them all now sure in all my daydreaming.
Glory -o, Glory-o, to the Bold Fenian Men.
Some died by the hillside, some died with a stranger
And wise men have judged that their cause was a failure,
They fought for old Ireland and they never feared danger.
Glory -o, Glory-o, to the 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 the Bold Fenian Men.
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