T'was down by the Glenside I met an old woman A plucking young nettles She ne'er saw me coming I listened to a while To the song, she was humming Glory o glory o, to the bold Fenian man It's fifty long years Since I saw the moon beaming A strong mainly force Their eyes with hope gleaming I see then again Through all my sad dreaming Glory o glory o, to the bold Fenian man Some died by the hillside Some died with the stranger And wise man has told us They cause was a failure But they love they old Ireland And they never feel the danger Glory o glory o, to the bold Fenian man I passed on my way God be prayed that I met her Be life long or short I will never forget her We may have a brave man But we'll never have better Glory o glory o, to the bold Fenian man T'was down by the Glenside I met an old woman A plucking young nettles She ne'er saw me coming I listened to a while To the song, she was humming Glory o glory o, to the bold Fenian man