Try the title Bold Fienan Men (check my spelling) It was down by the glen side
I met an old woman
she was plucking young nettles
and she ner saw me coming
I listened a while to the song she was humming
Glory o glory o to those bold fienian men

Now when i was a young girl
the sound of their drilling
arose ore the glenside
so knobly thrilling
They fough for Ireland and to die they were willing
Glory o glory o to those bold fienan men

Its been fifty long years since I saw the moon beaming
on brave manly forms their eyes all a gleaming
I see them agian in all my sad dreaming
glory o glory o to the bold fienian men

I passed on my way, God be praised that I met her
be my life long or short, sure I ll never forget her
Ireland may have brave sons, but she ll never have better.
Glory o glory o to those bold feinan men
Dont worry about offending folks, tell the truth.
Larry