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Down By The Glenside (Peadar Kearney) - Cherish The Ladies

It was 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 fifty long years since I saw the moon beaming

On strong manly forms, gazed on eyes with hope gleaming

Sure I see them again through all my day-dreaming

Glory O, glory O, to the bold Fenian men

Some died on the hillside, some died midst the stranger

And wise men have told us that their cause was a failure

But they loved dear old Ireland and they never feared danger

Glory O, glory O, to the bold Fenian men

I passed on my way, God be praised that I met her

For be life long or short, I will never forget her

For we may have brave men, but we'll never have better

Glory O, glory O, to the bold Fenian men