Down by the Glenside Lyrics

Twas down by the glenside
I met an old woman
She was picking young nettles
And she scarce saw me coming
I listened a while
To the song she was humming
Glorio, Glorio 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
Glorio, Glorio 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
Glorio, Glorio 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
Glorio, Glorio to the bold Fenian men