Judy Collins - Bold Fenian Men [Verse 1] ’Twas down by the glenside I met an old woman A-plucking young nettles nor saw I was coming I listened awhile to the song she was humming Glory O Glory O to the bold Fenian men [Verse 2] ’Tis fifty long years since I saw the moon beaming And strong manly forms and their eyes with hope gleaming I see them again sure through all my days dreaming Glory O Glory O to the bold Fenian men [Verse 3] When I was a colleen their marching and drilling Awoke by the glenside sounds awesome and thrilling But they loved dear old Ireland and to die they were willing Glory O Glory O to the bold Fenian men [Verse 4] Some died by the glenside some died amid strangers And wise men have told us their cause was a failure But they stood by old Ireland and never feared danger Glory O Glory O to the bold Fenian men [Verse 5] I passed on my way god be praised that I met her Be life long or short I shall never forget her And we may have great men but we’ll never have better Glory O Glory O to the bold Fenian men