1st Verse: 'Twas down by the glenside, I met an old woman -plucking young nettles, nor saw I was coming I listened a while to the song she was humming Glory O, Glory O, to the bold Fenian men. 2nd Verse: '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! 3rd Verse: 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! 4th Verse: 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! 5th Verse: 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!