Bold Fenian Men - Judy Collins
Written by：Traditional
'Twas 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
'Tis sixteen long years since I saw the moon beaming
On strong manly forms and their eyes were 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
