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​The Bold Fenian Men

This song is by Omnia and appears on the album Crone of War (2004).

'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 O, Glory O, to the bold Fenian men

'Tis many long years since I saw the moon beaming
On strong manly forms and their eyes with hope gleaming
I'll see them again, through all my sad dreams
Glory O, Glory O, to the bold Fenian men

Some died by the glenside, some died near a stranger
And wise men have told us that their cause was a failure
But they loved their old Ireland and they never feared danger
Glory O, Glory O, to the bold Fenian men

I passed on my way, Gods be praised that I met her
Be life long or short, sure I'll never forget her
We may have brave men, but we'll never have better
Glory O, Glory O, to the bold Fenian men

Unplugged version
'T Was down by the Glennside
I met an old woman
A' plucking young nettles
She ne'er saw me coming
I listened a while
To the song she was hummin
"Glory-oh, glory-oh, to the Bold Fenian Men"

" 'T Was many long years
Since I saw the moon beaming
On strong manly forms
Their eyes with hope gleaming
I'll see them again
Through all my sad dreaming
Glory-oh, glory-oh, to the Bold Fenian Men"

"Some died by the Glennside
Some died with a stranger
And wise men have told us
Their cause was a failure
But they loved their old Ireland
And they never feared danger
Glory-oh, glory-oh, to the Bold Fenian Men"

I passed on my way
Gods be praised that I met her
Be life long or short
I'll never forget her
We may have brave men
But we'll never have better
Glory-oh, glory-oh, to the Bold Fenian Men

Punk Version

'T Was down by the Glennside
I met an old woman
A' plucking young nettles
She ne'er saw me coming
I listened a while
To the song she was hummin
"Glory-oh, glory-oh, to the Bold Fenian Men"

" 'T Was many long years
Since I saw the moon beaming
On strong manly forms
Their eyes with hope gleaming
I'll see them again
Through all my sad dreaming
Glory-oh, glory-oh, to the Bold Fenian Men"

"Some died by the Glennside
Some died with a stranger
And wise men have told us
Their cause was a failure
But they loved their old Ireland
And they never feared danger
Glory-oh, glory-oh, to the Bold Fenian Men"

I passed on my way
Gods be praised that I met her
Be life long or short
I'll never forget her
We may have brave men
But we'll never have better
Glory-oh, glory-oh, to the Bold Fenian Men