The Dubliners - Down By The Glenside

Down By The Glenside

'tWas 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 humming
Glory ho, glory ho to the bold Fenian man

It's fifty long years
Since I saw the moon beaming
On strong manly force
Their eyes with hope gleaming
I see them again through all my sad dreaming
Glory ho, glory ho to the bold Fenian man Some died by the hillside
Some died with a stranger
And wise man have told us
Their cause was a failure
But they loved their old Ireland
And they never fear danger
Glory ho, glory ho to the bold Fenian man

I passed on my way
God be praised that I met her
Be life long or sohrt
I will never forget her
We may have brave men
But we'll never have better
Glory ho, glory ho to the bold Fenian man

'tWas 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 humming
Glory ho, glory ho to the bold Fenian man