Judy Collins Bold Fenian Men song lyrics

'Twas down by the glenside, I spied an old woman

She was plucking young nettles, she scarce saw me coming

I listened a while to the song she was humming

Glory O, Glory O to our bold Fenian men

'Tis sixteen long years since I saw the moon beaming

On strong manly forms and their eyes were hot gleaming

I see them on a, sure, in all my daydreaming

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