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15 Years On: DISC 2,
'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
It’s fifty long years since I saw the moon beaming
On strong manly force, their eyes with hope gleaming
I see them again through all my sad dreaming
Glory-o, glory-o to the Bold Fenian Men
Some died by the hillside, some died with the stranger
And wise men have told us 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 passed on my way, God be praised that I met her
Be life long or short, I will never forget her
We may have brave men but we'll never have better
Glory-o, glory-o to the Bold Fenian Men
'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
