[00:15.000]'Twas down by the glenside, I met an old woman
[00:25.000]A-plucking young nettles, she ne’er saw me coming
[00:33.000]I listened a while to the song she was humming
[00:42.000]Glory O, Glory O, to the bold Fenian men “
[00:55.000]'Tis fifty long years since I saw the moon beaming
[01:04.000]On strong manly forms, gazed on eyes with hope gleaming
[01:13.000]Should I see them again though all my day dreaming
[01:22.000]Glory O, Glory O, to the bold Fenian men.“
[02:11.000]Some died by the glenside, some died midth a stranger
[02:21.000]And wise men have told us their cause was a failure
[02:29.000]But they loved old Ireland and never feared danger
[02:39.000]Glory O, Glory O, to the bold Fenian men“
[02:50.000]I passed on my way, God be praised that I met her
[03:00.000]Be life long or short, sure I'll never forget her
[03:09.000]We may have brave men, but we'll never have better
[03:16.000]Glory O, Glory O, to the bold Fenian men “