Down By The Glenside

Mailer: Elm [revision: 70.85]

Down by the Glenside

CAPO 1/2

T'was down by the Genside, I met an old woman

A plucking young nettles She n'er saw me coming

I listened awhile to the song she was humming

Glory-o, Glory-o to our bold Feninan Men

When I was a young lad, their marching and drilling

Awoke in the glenside sounds awesome and thrilling

They loved dear old Ireland and to die they were willing

Glory-o, Glory-o to our bold Fenian men

Tis fifty long years since I saw the moon beaming

On brave manly forms, on eyes with hope gleaming

I see them again sure thru all my sad dreaming

Glory-o, Glory-o to our bold fenian men

Some died by the glenside, some died mid the stranger

And wise men have told us, our cause was a failure

But they loved poor old Ireland and never feared danger

Glory-o, Glory-o to our bold Fenian men

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

Be my life long or short, I will never forget her

We may have had good men, But we'll never have better

Glory-o, Glory-o, to our bold Fenian men