Bold Fenian men

Text and music : traditional
Arrangements : Cromlec’h

‘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 humming
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
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
We’ll never have better
Glory-oh, glory-oh, to the Bold Fenian Men

‘t Was down by the Glennside
I met an old woman
was plucking young nettles
She ne’er saw me coming
I listened a while
to the song she was humming
Glory-oh, glory-oh, to the Bold Fenian Men
Glory-oh, glory-oh, to the Bold Fenian Men

Vocals : Pascale Gorissen, Fabienne Shaw
Guitar, vocals : Bastien Gorissen
Tin whistle, vocals: Marc Geonet