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