DOWN BY THE GLENSIDE as sung by Delia Murphy:

'Twas down by the glenside I met an old woman
A-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

'Tis fifty long years since I saw the moon beaming
On strong manly forms and bright eyes with hope gleaming
I see them again, sure, through all my day dreaming
Glory O, Glory O, to the bold Fenian men.

When I was a colleen, their marching and drilling
Awoke in the glenside sounds awesome and thrilling
For they loved their old Ireland, to die they were willing
Glory O, Glory O, to the bold Fenian men.

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

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