Bold Fenian Men (Remastered) - Judy Collins
Taws 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
Ties sixteen long years since I saw the moon beaming
On strong manly forms and their eyes was 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
