DOWN BY THE GLENSIDE (BOLD FENIAN MEN) 

'Twas down by the glenside, I met an old woman 
She was picking young nettles and she scarce saw me coming 
I listened awhile to the song she was humming 
Glory O, Glory O, to the bold Fenian men 

'Tis fifty long years since I saw the moon beaming 
On strong manly forms and their eyes with hope gleaming 
I see them again, sure, in all my daydreaming 
Glory O, Glory O, to the bold Fenian men. 

Some died on the glenside, some died near a stranger 
And wise men have told us 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, God be praised that I met her 
Be life long or short, sure I'll never forget her 
We may have brave men, but we'll never have better 
Glory O, Glory O, to the bold Fenian men
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(Thanks to "Phil" for posting this lyric!)