T'was 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 huming Glory o glory o, to the bold fenian man It's fifty long years Since I saw the moon beaming A strong mainly force There 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 have told us But they love they old Ireland And they never feel danger Glory o glory o, to the bold fenian man I passed on my way God be praysed that I met her Be life long or short I will never forget her We may have 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 a while To the song she was huming Glory o glory o, to the bold fenian man